Slow decaying flesh from
fragile bones,
the sealed eyelids of the unknown
a piece of your attire but
you can't feel the naging desire
as the force thrusts in your slits,
thw manipulation,how well we fit
to savor you
cherush you as mine,
the rose of my grarden
blossoming at intertwine
Death never do us part,
from a necromatic heart













Comments
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the present's
just a pleasant
interruption to the past.
I really like this one! You are talented I must say!
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Don't dream it. BE it.
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Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind
-William Shakespeare
Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.
-Gandhi
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Don't dream it. BE it.
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Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind
-William Shakespeare
Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.
-Gandhi
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"Be a little bit of everything without losing yourself"
gives me shivers (the happy creeped out kind)
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Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole, like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound, but while you debate half empty and half full, it slowly rises, your love is gonna drown.~Death Cab for Cutie "Marching Bands of Manhattan"
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