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ca Apr 2015
bitten by the law,
spoken with a hymn
perishing in the grief you’ve
chewed from the bone
that’s just who we are:
monsters with graves of stone
caskets and ashes,
your lips on my neck
breathing is an easy task
but love and ******* is a wreck

c.a.
a subtle union defined by a female in tears

— The End —