Sarah Weber Poems

Oh well, this carcass can't
last too much longer than my days.
I'll lick up the last of the blood
and be straight on my way, no worry
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God you f**king angelic creature
I’m pulsing right between your fingers
You’re no waste of my time boy
For an eternity I’ll lay on my bed
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Sleep pale sister
Dream the impossible
Wake no longer
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Thou shalt curse these days of plague-
Flies greying my hairs,
living in fever say only prayers
only before shutting your eyes for days.
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And finding the beauty with this body,
is almost impossible with ugly to the bone
Founded by you is a friendly thought,
but as our days pass by, you dont want
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-I should be very deeply in debt
after all, you know I'm very sorry,
you, my one and only pet,
Making a straight get away to the corrie.
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