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  BRUTAL

Each nights passing,

I come closer, to your inviting arms…

Soft, I dream of your embrace.

Cold and satisfied your lips,

Shall kiss my soul…

A basket of maggots,

Shall be my bed!

Where my frenetic bones,

Shall be dancing their last goodbye!

Your breath moist like the earth,

Whisper to my lungs,

Collapsing, 

I witness the slow process of decay!

The salt of goodbye,

Shall be the acid,

Where my flesh chooses to dissolve!

Such is crocodile tears!

Don’t love me,

You never could!

You never will!

Such is the brutal true…

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