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Decay

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wolfgirl2403

Published: Aug 30, 2013

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Vibrant illuminations that flicker,
And a mind drowned in syrup so thick.

Searing agony that can dictate your mind,
A disease that pains the body,
And invading lukewarm liquid.

A hand to run down my face,
Like you were a god to pity me,
And a cry to deafen the heavens.

Place me somewhere raw,
As if I’m the princess of ice,
And declare it too late.

Seal my never healing wounds,
Like you seal a hole in cloth,
And dress me in white.

Never let me vanish,
Never let me decay.

Let me flourish like a flower,
A divine queen on an eternal throne,
Never to wither away.

But my pleas are worthless.

The formaldehyde won’t keep me,
And this coffin will seal me,
In this maggots buffet.

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