When you are inside it is pure
Unadulterated
Unbelievable
You are the one I want to nail to the floor
I want our sex to smell like your death
The blood was warm 'til you hit the door and spread your arms out like Christ
Now tell me about death
Tell me about disease
There is no other way to live
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