part iv.

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part iv.

beginning of the end

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"i bet on losing dogs

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"i bet on losing dogs."

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xxxi

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xxxi. the religious act of suffering
"that white blank page and a swelling rage."

xxxii. bloodlust
"blame it on my own sick pride."

xxxiii. for every evil under the sun
"no one smiles more than the devil himself."

xxxiv. circle the drain
"bore the weight of all her fears and a sorrow no one hears."

xxxv. heart to heart
"just our hands clasped so tight."

xxxvi. bridge over troubled water
"the light at the end of the tunnel torments me."

xxxvii. swan song
"love is not a victory march, it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah."

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epilogue.
"i'd give up forever to touch you."

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alternate ending.
"together, at last."

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i am a rotting dog at your feet,barely human in my hunger for you

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i am a rotting dog at your feet,
barely human in my hunger for you.
my touch is desperate.
my kiss is death.

and yet, you stay.

you look at me as if i deserve your tenderness,
your fingers caress my mangled heart.

i do not understand how you bear it,
how you see beauty in this decay,
in this wreck of bones and teeth.

how you love me
in the way only a fool or a saint could love.

i fear you'll realize too late
that even love cannot save me
from myself.

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