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Yet another one of those darn 'someone shot my dog' poems. Same rough summer..
Mi Amor de Morte
Mi Amor de Morte
Blood-crimson red,
The sweet taste,
Like a lie,
Like candied meats,
So full of life. To taste a soul,
Like orgasm in life,
To feel the slowing heart,
And the collapse of existence.
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