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Love is a story without meaning write an ending for me now
Grave words so charming, so disarming
Reach for me below
Is this stiffness rigor mortis?
You'll be with me soon
Smell of formaldehyde & perfume
Well I feel the Earth move
Come and take me now my love, among the cerements
Come kiss my ice blue lips, my cold dead flesh
Liaisons in the mortuary are away from prying eyes
I am forever yours my sweet
Romance this rotting meat
I'm not dead only waiting
For you
My love
Burn sinister
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