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#opencasket
make your grave the lap on my thighs... your open casket coffin calls for the nip of your soft rotting flesh on its skin if i have to hold you while fleeting, decaying losing yourself alive... i'd rather be mother death forever still watching over you.
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Jul 19, 2019
Jul 19, 2019 at 10:20 AM UTC
one with the flies.