Dead Love - Poem by Jeffrey Aldrich
The soul has left, now we have a carcass,
Most people bury it deep in cold soft humus,
but not you my love, I want that nice ass.
I shall take you, for I still love you, don't make a fus.
Shall I kiss your cold, pale lips; or lower?
I shall love you till I die with you on this bed of flowers.
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