life and death
life was intimated by the wind,
intrigued by the way you breath.
and i could feel time moving in
as you pushed me off the shelli was the life, trying to hold herself.
you were death kissing my bones.
in limbo i shall remain in devil's flesh.
a love so eternal that no lines are drawn.what died didn’t stay dead.
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manuel of la brea
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