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my cold dead heart

my cold dead heart  
remembers to forget the melodies  
we once hid inside  
my lips betray me however  
and i make porcupined air bubbles  
of the lyrics where you slipped on my skin  
i forget to remember  
there are holes in the walls  
where memories used to hang  
with promises of forever  
as the dirge plays on  
I don't ask for salvation  
nor forgiveness  
just the sweet wet crackle  
of my showering on your grave  
as you watch  
Written for the DUP competition of the same name  
Accepted for publication 08 03 2017 by mgv2 La petite mort (France)
Written by LobodeSanPedro
Published | Edited 27th Dec 2017
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