Best Voracity Poems

I love
  to love.
     If love
        is love,
           in love,
             ...

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the scapular of your anguish
wounds the insolent chest of your enlightenment with blood
a world in disenchantment cries its drunken hymns
but only jackals lick the nectar of these pains
because the night drives away the naive and innocent
and it is with the irreverence of the lost that...

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