July 21, 2009
Two corpses, of which to be lovers intertwined at the rib cage, entangled in their own habiliments, lied together in perfect equilibrium, through death and destruction they thrive. Ironically deteriorating like a dead flower yet blooming in the most promising ways.

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smileysdeadvalentine said...
Sept. 18, 2009 at 9:47 am
i really like your poem,i'm in love with dark imagery and sadness in your poem.
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