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you can't love a dead gurl
I need to find my voice
And purge my throat
Of all of these poisons
I loved you madly.
But the ravens always
Lurked nearby
And the grave was dug
Before you came.
But please...
Don’t
Try to
Kiss me...
Or come searching
For the splinters
In my eyes.
You unwittingly
Chained my soul
To you
But you are free
From mine.
And purge my throat
Of all of these poisons
I loved you madly.
But the ravens always
Lurked nearby
And the grave was dug
Before you came.
But please...
Don’t
Try to
Kiss me...
Or come searching
For the splinters
In my eyes.
You unwittingly
Chained my soul
To you
But you are free
From mine.
Published 10th May 2019
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11th May 2019 2:27pm
If it's true, that in order to be alive, we must die, then the hardest thing to endure is when someone won't let us die. Passionate ink here, Perfume. I say this on my way to a funeral.
