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Showing posts with label necrophilia. Show all posts
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Monday, 10 September 2012

NECROPHILIA

for SJ

You have to be gentle and tender, more tender
than when the flesh lived and resisted your touch
with a bruise. And the lips could be kissed.
All you can do is hold them. Wash the body. Love.
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