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I am Dennis. There is nothing else you would ever want to know about me. Thanks for reading.
From my friends Crimson Dead
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Pine
If you be pined,
let you cradle me in ash
with a tear drop in your eye,
in a dark alleyway, abashed.
Heart beats slow
listless hours flow,
mangled in sin
withering so.
Cold air in my lungs,
your kiss soothes my tongue
wrecking ball comes
to demolish dreams and fun.
Build me with your hands,
break me with your knees,
I be the gift, the sacrifice you desire,
cradled in ash, burning in the pyre.
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