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cancerchrist
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7/10/2010 3:00:34 PM
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Something (free verse)
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You mirror the sacred corpse,
with a soul of purest moonglow,
turn my disease to dust,
as i crumble into the watching night,
I fall upwards out of my dreaming lifemare
to drink the poison of your sweet kiss
and fade into the sun
to be reborn among the souls
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