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Cigarettes and Honey

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

love is...

a hideous display of wings and claw, rotted down to its haunches;
 the hot spit of cerebus,
 wagging tail of a dog-god
decomposed prose, a crown of thorn and wire
you are the disease, spread through blood and bone
Posted by the better to eat you with at 3:01 AM

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