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Death Will Follow
Death was always my mother’s destination.
Even when she was most in love,
each passing second brought her
closer to silence and non-existence.
As her daughter, I will follow soon enough.
The men who find comfort in me
are much like my father,
walking paths of broken vows.
Could he have imagined his daughter
one day dancing in the rhythmic throes of
desires passed down through our ancestors?
Every genome acquires its wounds
and my father's sins are my inheritance.
They live in me and find release in the
convulsive orgasms of men promised to others.
Death will surely come for me
as it has for those I love.
Even when she was most in love,
each passing second brought her
closer to silence and non-existence.
As her daughter, I will follow soon enough.
The men who find comfort in me
are much like my father,
walking paths of broken vows.
Could he have imagined his daughter
one day dancing in the rhythmic throes of
desires passed down through our ancestors?
Every genome acquires its wounds
and my father's sins are my inheritance.
They live in me and find release in the
convulsive orgasms of men promised to others.
Death will surely come for me
as it has for those I love.
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