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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.  
 
 
 
Written by Burning_Crow88
Published | Edited 9th Mar 2018
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