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We dug our nails, scraping into wounds of our burlapped chests, ripping despair,

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filling our bladed chasms with blighted tinctures and herbs of finest ecstasies 

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then we ate each other’s hearts in lustful, craven pieces,

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choking on poisoned sorrows, building walls out of rejected maybes

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leaving emptiness satiated and wanton in its eternal, poisoned afterglow

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