Long live love!
Long live death!
Long live the liberty
of tasting your breath
in an empty house
full of ticking clocks
eyeing my body--
I am made of chalk.
"Keep kissing me, baby
there's no time to stop!"
There's no room to grow here
There's nowhere to go
but inside your mouth, dear.
"Why take it slow?"
Serendipity is the name of the sin
that keeps me out
and brings you in.
Long live death!
Long live the liberty
of tasting your breath
in an empty house
full of ticking clocks
eyeing my body--
I am made of chalk.
"Keep kissing me, baby
there's no time to stop!"
There's no room to grow here
There's nowhere to go
but inside your mouth, dear.
"Why take it slow?"
Serendipity is the name of the sin
that keeps me out
and brings you in.
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