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Feb 2015
your body is my frame that i lay inside
when i cry your hands are the tissues that wipe my eyes
to lay with you is to lay with death
you cloud my judgment, and my thoughts
i cant escape, though i never thought
so lay with me dear and i promise together we will rot
jay may
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