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come watch my murder

Come watch my murder
don't call it suicide
abandon me in the mind of the blackest mine
never see this destruction fed in holy crumb

marvel in my smashed bones
bleached white by crimes and taken skin
throw the wire you collect
be blind in your madness and sweet sight
flay this face ,i cannot fight or take futures flight

hold me to your breast so i can sting the blade
salt my remains so haunted rooms do not claim
paint me too the smallest canvas

bleed the vein all are borrowed
come watch my murder

then call it suicide

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Dean Kuch

What time does the show start?
I'll make sure to bring popcorn.
You, u-h-h-h-h, do like popcorn, don't you?
Of course, seeing as this will be your last meal I'll take any suggestions you might have under advisement.
Looking forward to a front row seat.
After all, we are fellow Cosmower's, right?
That's gotta count for somethin'...
~Dean ☠ ♥? ♥ ☠

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terry terri ZO

your very welcome but its vodka and fish and chips -and dynamite first three rows-family filled one hopes

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