I like seeing
my veins
shining through  my skin
blue lines
snakes on their way
to my heart
which is pumpin'
to  be beat
that I don't understand
the ink flows through tunnels
where cold fire is burning
the liquid turns red
and refreshes
the colour of my face
- I blush when I think
of the sweet taste
of this wine
in my body

such a waste.

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