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Funeral
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Hunger
Bitter-sweet nostalgia? Desire pulls hard, But it's too late. Dead are all my virtues And gifts.
It dulls not any pains, And hard covet Reaps a poor harvest In these latter days.
Starve me in Boneman torture. Skin-tight lover. Pound upon pound Of flesh paid well With gnawing ache, And hunger.
But your want lies asleep, Under frozen layers of ignorance. Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Or even fear.
Dressed in sacrilege, I sprawl in hurt ? And wear thorns Just for you.
Read my scars, Count my sorrows, But see me ! 'Lest the cruel beauty In my song face the trial Of deaf ears. And that is truly worse than death.
I dance in your spirit And sleep so well in your arms. Awake unattainable one? Awake?
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