I will not let anything short of death stand between us.
And if her bell's vibrations are up for the taking
they're mine.
They're mine so that you may live as long as your little heart chooses to.
I can't decide which side of the barrel I'm more terrified of.
We're all doomed to die with homeless hearts.
Dead meat wrapped inside of garbage.
Mummified sad facts reanimated by radioactivity.
We are all just ideas forgotten by a god who forgot to remember why we are.
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