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Misty morning mutterings about an etching on my
wall.
I’d traverse long distances - you won’t even call.
I
loved you then Idied.
I wrote you letters in my blood from the darkness of my room.
I wrote you letters in my blood from by eggshell -colored womb.
I met you in the graveyard by the light of the moon.
We made sweet love on top of my mother's tomb.
I'd kill a million in every city for you.
I'd nail God’s hand to a tree for you.
The sunlight burns my eyes and darkness only brings me lies.
I want you.
The God of cool and shitty HTML,
Michael W. Dean