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 When the vehicle death comesand my last respect is paidby the ones my mortal call family and friendsbefore my mortality returns to dust Tell my mortal half not to crytell my seeds not to cryfor i am gone for a second waitinga waiting for the prom
MORNINGS ARRIVE AND THE SUN RISES AS I WAKE WITH DREARY BONES THE MUSCLES THROB AND THRIVE ON PAIN AND FORM A WEAKER DRONE THE THOUGHTS OF MELANCHOLY DAYS,THEY LINGER ON
Agony from the chronic eruption of nerves that delicately lace through my spine and entwine into vines of erotic discord electricall
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