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Momento Mori
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Broken teeth
Twisted back
Greasy Smoke
Rising from the backyard
Every day of the week
The drops of your blood fall
Like kisses covering my body
Just knowing your skull is underneath your face
Makes me hot
Bruises like flowers blooming on your back
Up close love and death are indistinguishable
Look, You're getting stiff already
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