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Leave Your Flowers By the Door
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cemetydanseblues-blog · 8 years ago
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(I) The Subtle Art of Fucking Up
Queue the piano, this one’s too good to miss.  Machiavelli would be proud. A eulogy was never meant to be poetry, but goddamn; this is good. Dress in black baby, we’re celebrating my death! take me home and scratch out the eyes. Break out the poison tonight. Anonymity, painted in blue; let me sing your love song, one more fucking time. Just one more goodbye kiss before we sink. Your lack lips taste like wine; feeling your breath on my neck, like monoxide. your fingerprints are like ash. I hate to tell you, but Ophelia...she’s dies in this one. 
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