We'll bury the dead among the living. | 1 |
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Carcasses, mounds of them, reminding them | 2 |
of how ruthless your methods of romance prove. | 3 |
Death, the outcome of it, wearing thin | 4 |
as we inhale the travesties and festivities of love. | 5 |
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Unequivocally beautiful, adjective-sponge, | 6 |
and admired by all your prospective lovers. | 7 |
You stain your nightgown to prove a point, | 8 |
but your innocence was what I admired most. | 9 |
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Controlling myself while you control another. | 10 |
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("Whose funeral next week? Why, of course, | 11 |
I'll have another drink to your name... | 12 |
for that's all I have left.") | 13 |
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Wonderfully stated, Senator. | 14 |
Her politics are fraudulent an | 15 |
d faithfulness her ally. I best | 16 |
owed upon you compliments | 17 |
so empty I can't remember n | 18 |
ow whatever triggered them. | 19 |
The difference between this a | 20 |
nd how it used to be is minim | 21 |
al, but I'd still like to rememb | 22 |
er you as being the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. | 23 |