𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒑𝒔𝒆.

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⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。⋆°☁︎。⋆。 ゚。⋆°⋆。
𓋼𖥧𖡼♰𓋼𖤣𓉸 𓉱 ♱𓉸𖥧 ✞ ♰𓍊 𓉸
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As my lips push against yours
they don't move, they're firm and cold.

As my skin breathes in yours
it feels limp and rough.

My love for you lived longer
than yours.

My love for you still lingers
even if yours is a corpse.

Your skin is not warm,
it's rotting.

Between your ribs, a heart
stopped beating.

If you cannot be mine
then I will be grieving.

As I reluctantly push you six feet down,
I know I will be living,

but the pain inside will eat me alive

for your heart is not beating

for me.
⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。⋆°☁︎。⋆。 ゚。⋆°⋆。
𓋼𖥧𖡼♰𓋼𖤣𓉸 𓉱 ♱𓉸𖥧 ✞ ♰𓍊 𓉸
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