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Sep 2015
We are martyrs for the beauty in death itself.
We can count the many ways we can end the pain.
Fantasize about it.
We are victims to our hunger to destroy and create at the same time.
As we push and pull into each other.
Tug at our tender seams.
We make that hunger tangible.
We stroke the flesh of the monster inside both of us.
It's alright
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It's alright
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     --- and its gonna make sense
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