I live in a cemetary with corpses of could have beens hung down with cadavers of possibility for friends we dug a grave for the back-whens and all of the retrys but they pushed me in and now that’s where i reside
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cemetary lovers
i push the gate open wide enough to allow both of us passage. Her eyes stare into mine briefly with a look of confusion wondering why were going to a cemetary probably.i smiled i knew she would never truly guess why “its my fantasy to fuck on my parents grave they always said i would… Continue reading cemetary lovers
The Walk…
I find myself in the night walking along an old graveyard. The mysts rising from the heat of the day and the cool that the night has brought. I hear the echos of my heals against the damp cobblestone walkway. For this is an ancient place where few tend to dwell.