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Nov 2010
He is eating you alive.
Feeding on you so rife.
Still you embrace him.
Still you put up with him.

Love does hurt but you have choices.
It's your brain you should use not your face.
He has got your heart in his spooky tapering hands.
Smiling his face is spookily gaunt.

You're making love to a monster...
You're seducing a hearteater...
Written by
Fred McCarthy
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