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your touch are flowers
laid upon my
grave

as we walk through days
of darkness and
nights of
fire

we smile tenderly
at each other like
killers carving
murder into the
face of rain with
our thirst

drinking

satisfied

stomach's full
of
blood

laughing

at the world
burning
around
us

while no one
else takes
notices

the beauty
of it
all
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