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Drop Dead In Love

Bite me, Baby.

Take me down

Into your viral, hungry Limbo.

There we'll eat

The noisy neighbors

Wander through the streets

All night.

Naked but for

What cloth hangs on

To our slim decrepitude.

Bite me, Baby.

Hell don't want us.

Heaven's iffy

Anyway.

We won't need no shoes

Or money

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Jul 6, 2011
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