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the memory of you aches in my bones



you are the corrosion of my asophogus

the fine hair on my shoulders

and each starnd of my once breathtaking hair

that falls silently to the ground



they float almost as in slow motion

like the rose i once dropped

for you



they all float down here



you are the magnetism of my dark

sunken eyes

the delicate points of my clavicles

the aching pain in my chest

that resides with every breath



you are my poision

you are full

and you are empty

the source of the

unstoppable urge

the overwhelming guilt

and the inability to feel it



you are the obsession

the hidden ritauls

complex lies and techinicolor pools

the rattling of my bones on the cold, hard tile

and the hunger i choose not to feel



and with each breath

visions of your severed corpse

haunt my fraigle mind



suicide is thicker than blood



you are my body

my soul

my silent

nonchalant death















and i'm waiting for you to set me free