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Formaldehyde
I have no excuse
And as for my reasons
I will deliver them to you
On silver plates
Glazed with formaldehyde
And we will dance to their eulogies
And feast on their thighs
And you will know that I have always loved you
The way that I said I did
I am sorry that you could not know it sooner
Copyright ©
Renee Willier
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