Sand In Your Mouth
Its over and over well done
Blown bridges over blood vessels we've sunken
Hieroglyphics elaborate on our wedding tomb, we yearn
And like so many before, ashen lips bedeck our urn
There's no love lost between our petrified hearts
In separate spells we've cast our parts
And so this dry necromancy has ran a four course
Desert anyone? Blind these eyes to our own faults, devour the corpse
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Yes, I'm back!
Desert is spelled like that on purpose ;D
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