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french kiss
I love you more than death
which was my refuge
now you are
life has nothing to love
save you
you are my little death
my orgasm
death holds nothing over
the eyes that hold to mine so strictly
which was my refuge
now you are
life has nothing to love
save you
you are my little death
my orgasm
death holds nothing over
the eyes that hold to mine so strictly
Published 31st Oct 2010
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31st Oct 2010 9:34pm
31st Jul 2011 7:34am
1st Aug 2011 9:28am
i don't remember this one well... i just reread it and i think its shit... quite weak for my standards. i guess its only partial salvation is that pinch of creep... always feed into the morbid curiosities that makes us all turn to look at a car wreck hoping to catch a glimpse of a dead body laying in the street. glass and blood everywhere... why? idk... for me im trying to grow callouses on my tolerance and become as jaded as possible (it'll never happen though... too much damn light and the pilot light doesn't have an off switch... im doomed) cheers.
5th Jul 2012 8:40am
the more i read it the most i dislike it compared to your other stuff... guess you were right :s
