mouths
Sleep with me
make peace I have a really bad
a terrible cancer. Under the skin
feel the shards of our
mirrors that are broken.
On their bodies we
glass
old lame dance
no more fruit. Do not stop
up the stairs
not want to stay at your funeral? Silent
until morning
two flies fuck about your dinner.
With a smile across the kitchen
I hid behind my back? The night is sweet
thirst, but also adds more than a knife like a machete
!
See you soon
there in the dark gray and dull as steel
peaceful sleep in my bed
I will not be long love.
touch you with a finger slowly
tell you,
a bit 'stronger I repeat: what do you want me
cares of your blood on the carpet? Die die
good plan goes alone
my hand.
Now I know how to love while
thrust my blade! Die die alone plan
thirty mouths
have the sheets.
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