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[title] => Disavowl's Birth
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[bodytext] => I have wanted for so long dear to torment you. To lob at you, everything I behold. There have been nights upon nights that I have longed to seal those insipid lips with a vile kiss, upon which you entreat me with your anguish. When you suffer so it amuses me more than you’ll ever know dear. I have longed to slash you with a fine knife and eye each tear of seeping woe from your brittle body. You dear, the man I spitefully abhor, but endear. I cannot question these ever-fickle desires, however much they stream upon me like two clashing opponents— I must not break. I must continue to peak above the tempestuous waters, while in turn, I float upon your dead body. The buoyancy of your dead body dear, holds me higher than you’ll ever know. You no longer may bewail upon me, nor snarl at my spry waters. Now I may fondle you free of fear that you may wake. I may pierce your eyes with austere glares and say many times that I love you, while my mind’s whimsical reverie mimics such dulcet words back unto me through your inert relic. For you are dead now and my dainty, alluring hands have done the killing. But do not worry so, for your body will always keep me company when no one else shall. We have been quite intimate since your death I must say. Isn’t it ironic that it must end this way? Quite so dear. But Ah, your body reeks a most unbearable malodor and I have already made love to you four times since your leave. But you must know my dear… those lips are mighty tasteful now. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 183 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Silviaplath [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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