Need

Let me drain you of whispers
and replace them with silence,
my black flower, my midnight one.
Press your lips to the ground
and taste my imminent arrival.

When we meet, time will become
like a mother you once loved.
Let God hide in his skies and the
devil laugh in his restless, hot earth.
Cling to me and let all else die.

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