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I stare at the wall
All day, all night.
This is death
In its most deceiving form:
Placid plaster and stale paint,
Cum stains like stoned ..
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Bite your tongue b***h as he shoves his eight inches up your ear-
The desperate c**t Like a twelve year old with a wooden d***o,
Bent over in awkwa..
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serious ventage
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Because we are beyond brothers
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Tempest love, your clover rest, beloved
With my empty eyes, strong weakness, bewildered
In your calm, setting in your silence,
Two bodies carnal li..
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contemplating love
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love, death, afterlife
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Memory and desire
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“Til change hath broken down
All thing save beauty alone”
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contemplation
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