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Sep 2015
Baby, for each day spent
In the void that passes,
I tie a new noose
With another of your eyelashes.
I watch the hours dive
Head-first into piles of ashes,
As yet more time without you
Surrenders to the masses.

You are my saviour, my one remedy;
My salvation will come with the death of me.

Your blood is hemlock,
And I am the leech
That tends to your open wounds
Forever voluntarily.
Phantoms are the words
That you say to me,
But I still worship them
Whilst at the pews, down on my knees.

You are my saviour, my one remedy;
My salvation will come with the death of me.
Other heavens could be guaranteed,
Still, yours is the only one I'll ever need.
I promised myself I would not do this; but it's funny what women can get a man to do.
Mouthpiece
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Mouthpiece  26/M/Liverpool, UK
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