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09.13.03::14:40 five. i dream of blood;; rivulets down my skin, most beautiful crimson patches &;yr lips. i never meant for you to cry, but with every bite you took of my flesh my disease felled you &;left you at the feet &;doors of everyone you hate.
i;ll collect these tears for you in white porcelain coffee mugs &;pages filled of broken pens. too many cigarettes for one so small. i;ll save all these puckered lips for a kiss goodbye. i;m sorry that nagging hands held you back;; i;m so sorry they looked like mine. it;s quick as passion &;twice as fleeting;; &;it takes more than it gives. necromancy. |