Tag Archives: death

dissection

dissection come brother and feel this pulse rhyming with the flowing red. its presence is evidence that i have a heart like yours. reach closer now and feel me breathe: this chest heaves with the warmth of the sunshine in … Continue reading

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We are no Methuselahs

We are no Methuselahs To waste our time wasting time. Life is republican and death A silent democrat.

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