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love will drag us to hell

I watched you circle mounds of feathery ashes with nicotine laced fingers
thirteen long winters, under the red moon. The sea did not part in the love-
bed-divide.  The crows stopped chattering out of boredom of colors,
the bedroom walls collapsed-in-wayward.  Knowing love will drag us to hell.

You don’t get much sleep, do you darling?
With all those ghosts hanging around the ceilling, fascinated by the monotony
sooner or later out of habit we’ll lace the arrows with sex and choc-a-late,
tossing rules of Sun-tzu in the air.  Passing withered sentiments and half-
hearted chuckle.  Knowing love will drag us to hell.

Please pardon the cynic in me as we sit here pondering,
which one of us will survive this eternity.  
A beautiful chaos of misconstrued words, tangled and knotted
lined in perfect symmetry of love gesture on everything broken, before
the bastard sun rises again.  knowing this love of ours will drag us to hell.
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