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My Lady of the Grave
I feel the touch
of your cold lips
flush against mine
in your frozen kiss
Your pure white
virgin-whore flesh
seers through me
burning in your ice
Waves of your
hair as dark as the night
with the moon
caught in your eyes
Helpless as you
pull me down beneath
the soil to rest
within this grave
You have come
all pale flesh
with haunting eyes
sweet as death
to draw me away
into your subterranean
paradise
Your Land of the Dead
where I will spend
the rest of my days
never to see the light again
but always with you.
2:14 PM - 6/15/2009 -
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