iv - beauty is terror

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you are beautiful.
beauty is terror;
death is the mother of beauty.
fog in my eyes , they glow gloomy.

you are beautiful.
i am beautiful , thus i am terror.
i am the terror that lies beneath your ribs , perched between your lungs , tracing your veins with my glowing fingertips.
i smell your tears , drink your salvia and bathe in your blood.

you are beautiful.
beauty is terror , terror is beautifully silent.
my fingers frolic through your hair -
heartbeats ancient.
your eyes roll down , staring at the smile i wear

you are beautiful.

i

am

beautiful

thus

i

am

terror
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