she says i'm boring her camera it takes more to delight the cadaver
night eyes on icy patrol
yours were not so nazi feline
mine were as dead as monks and our particles are in motion
night eyes producing ashes we love to view unfortunate passions
still she brings my photo to bed
no mere limp verse could incite identity destruction
our particles are in motion
sometimes we're not legible but we're the same strange animal,
let them say our love is peculiar don't care
there's only now no ever after,
we won't let this end in disaster, you are my twin no i will never go there
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