Dead

Your body is a blank canvas that I decorate with mine. Together, my love, we’re art. Nothing can stop this rush of emotions, not God, not man, not the stars above. The love we make won’t be unmade. To watch you watch me loving you is the greatest wonder. The other eight weep. Tragic would be the hour, that this could ever cease. Set me free, set me free.. kill me all over again.

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