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Trace your fingers,
long and slender, like a widow's legs,
Along my spine

Your hair,
Tangled like a web weaved in a rage;
I am twisted into you

Bare your fangs,
To penetrate my paralyzed flesh:
Cells burn and mutate,
Blood rushes, crawls;
Like magma dismantling the very structures of life

I am dead,
and I am yours
The beautiful preview photo is by ~cziburaszka

thestaccatobutterfly Featured By Owner Oct 5, 2012  Hobbyist

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craneHARDCORE Featured By Owner Oct 5, 2012   General Artist
It's no problem, thanks for telling me.
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