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Slight -
Hollow, vacant, empty eyes
behold your lips that used to lie,
what is unsaid is meant; implied
at your funeral with flowers and a heavy sigh,
Tonight, I drink the blood like wine.
Hollow, vacant, empty eyes
behold your lips that used to lie,
what is unsaid is meant; implied
at your funeral with flowers and a heavy sigh,
Tonight, I drink the blood like wine.
