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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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