BLEACHED BONES
loving the dead
a torso, a hand or severed head
the cemeterygirls don't say no to their fate
when their bodies get too rotten
their skeletons do great
lurking in the shadows with you on my mind
I'm engulfed by your beauty;
I'm a man who's gone blind
watching you move so graceful this night
I'm going to catch you how I long...
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