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I keep my Vow

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I like the obscene metal shards that clash on red, they're true-

The bitter liquid that seeps heavy onto my split bones.

The ceremonial kiss before I enclose my tomb of soft sheets.

and I meet this end with open eyes in the night, knowing.

I fall so easily down, but my legs do not support my revenge-

While God coaxed me to lay obediently in your bed, and to not need of air-

I find that you have kept my gasps in your drawer, and let me convulse before my greed-

In morbid fantasy; I contemplate in the breathes before you awaken

That your eyes do not recall the overtraced outlines of my face and lips-

I dream of sharp knives that tear easily at what little flesh combines us,

and puts us high on a tidal wave, waiting in anticipation for life to once again swallow us whole- 

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