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You have no clue on what you think about this matter one way or the other. You are dead. Emotionless. Frigid and your eyes are white and falsified. You cannot live with me anymore, with these lies darkening your mind. Your face as gray and cold as mine.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry - Words: 82 - Published: 08-27-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3053918
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your skin is striped
black and white
the colors mixed in
would be a solid gray
indifference and apathetic
as you always are
the feet that you pad on
sound like hooves
as you swim over the lineoleum
as i stare at the black and white walls
as i see your skin
and i realize how dead
how your corpse is desecrated
bloating and with your glass like
ribs sticking out
your black and white eyes
no longer gaze back at me
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