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Love is love
Crosses left burnt into her torso
Staring at her disfigured pieces
I wait for the flies to lay their larvae
So pretty in her decomposition
So warming in her cold stiff posture
Love is love until it's a synthetic fixation
Her face has a stale wax animation
No emotion nothing just indentation
Love is love until it tastes like ash in your throat.
Flies begin to lay their larvae death is the breading ground of life.
I take the knife and realise the ash from my throat
Love is love.
Staring at her disfigured pieces
I wait for the flies to lay their larvae
So pretty in her decomposition
So warming in her cold stiff posture
Love is love until it's a synthetic fixation
Her face has a stale wax animation
No emotion nothing just indentation
Love is love until it tastes like ash in your throat.
Flies begin to lay their larvae death is the breading ground of life.
I take the knife and realise the ash from my throat
Love is love.
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