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*i cannot help but feel that i am clinging to a corpse after the dog has died the flesh is rotting and my bed reeks but i cannot help but come back to this every night*

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lucidpetal

Published: Oct 2, 2015
LinesWords: 1336

Tags: #love #heartbreak #metaphor #death #relationships #corpse #rotting #flesh #rotten #masochist

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