Disguise our demise with netted curtains and a red wax seal
The end is nigh and leaves nothing but november chill which steams from our paused lungs pumped by hearts stood still
Look closely but speak not for these words move in circles and cease all will
But Please, as we pass in peace, avoid coffin bound formalities and let us lay on our side in lovers spoon
We must die as we were born, two curled up withering fetuses laying in deaths womb
Lay on our side in lovers spoon
We must end how we begun.
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