I want more
I yearn for more
what's the point of waiting
for flying high might be as joyous as free falling
the thrill that soared from the gut
the shriek, the rush of blood to your miserable heart
just take the dagger then
cut me open and smell the flesh
burn the silver lining under my skin
and taste the freshly open vein
so that you know
that I yearn for more
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