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murmur of words
like the whispers of wind
the soft sighs of enchanted lovers
so quiet as to be
meaningless
when our lips touch
and desire blazes hotter than hate
let it burn away the past
i’ll forget it all
leave the bodies behind
broken bloody brutality
in your arms i am not a murderer
in my arms you are not
the jailer of innocents
but
innocent
do you taste the lies on our lips?
the salty tears of facades
dripping into open wounds
acid boring holes down to our bones
and they will snap
just as we did
lies as heavy as the corpses we carry
dragging us under
our forgotten victims
burying us both alive