memento mori I. Death has been standing outside my house all night.memento mori
Last night I wiped my eyes against the cool glass and I watched him out the leaves of my window; watched while he circled the perimeter, his hands dancing near my rosebushes, giving light touches to the leaves and breaking them off along the neon vein lines. I touch the patches on my face and I try to make out the lines on his body: hooknose frame, dark lidded eyes, nailed mouth. The ceiling of nighttime rushed over him like a blanket and a smile, and I fell asleep with the crook of my head against the si
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Please visit my shop:[link]
Light a fire to the fang that cannot be reached
So that I do not have to see that star
So that I do not slit this throat
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Please visit my shop:[link]
Light a fire to the fang that cannot be reached
So that I do not have to see that star
So that I do not slit this throat
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[i]Where is your boy tonight?[/i]
[b]I'm[/b]
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