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July 11 Twisted Dark Cynical Poetry - "These people are messed up" - Love In Dark SoulsLove In Dark Souls I love you babyLike a spider loves a high place over a dump Like a rotting baby loves young screaming girls I love you the way guts dries to hardwood floors I seek love from you like the burning sun seeks a trapped nocturnal I seek the dark shade of your soul and humour Your intoxicating stare is where I linger in the vastness of your magnitude I love you babyLike creepy people love open windowsLike starving kids love the dirty little pieces off sick meat wagonsLike a death row convict loves the deliberation of heaven I wear a mask of our relationship like a portrait of myself and the wisdom of our endurance kiss kiss
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