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sick fire

the kind of love that grabs you by the throat

i am trash and you are trash, an isthmus

have you ever just said fuck it

and felt the stars on your tongue

fuck it

hold the blood and the wine in your mouth

like sweet flesh made sin

kneel as a virgin

rise as a whore

turn to all the horrible, wonderful people

tell them it is too dark outside to turn the light within

force yourself upon me

like i have had to force this enjamb-

ment on to you

i wish i could speed up time

watch the sun setting at 5x normal speed

so it looked like a great fireball was plummeting to earth

each night the same beautiful death

🌷(2)

◄ nobody shall sleep

ceremony ►

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suki spangles

Sat 24th Jun 2017 23:24

There should also be a button for "love"; "like" doesn't quite do it for verse as brilliant as this.

Superb. Does it for me anyway.

Cheers!

Suki

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