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Dead Hands Clutch My Arm
the Smell Of Death Fills The Air-
her Fragrance,
her Carcass Reanimates.
if You Need Me Ill Be Tying A Rope To The Tree
were Our Love Used To Be.
ive Took Every Photo Of Us And Buried Them At Sea.
donât Worry Dearest, Beau