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The embittered smell emanating from your lifeless
form is as bitter as the reeking lies I've heard and trusted.
From now on, the only bed you'll be able
to roll on will be within mother earth's guts.
As I'm lying down with closed eyes,
I think of what you made me commit.
My fingertips caress your feminine curve
for one last memorable moment.
This is a eulogy for my sweetheart.