ZOMBIE
Dear Zachariah,
Why does my heart even yearn for someone as cold as you
There is no approaching you
I cannot go where you are
Words leave my lips but do not reach your ears
You are death to me
Yet I want your arms around me and your lips on my neck
But I know that you will only rip my heart out and feast on my dead body
You are death to me
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