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love starved
Flesh and blood to rot when it starves
without love.
Living-Dead, turning in my grave my mother laid me to rest in as an infant.
A home in the cobwebs of my cradle
I never grew out of.
I died...
without love.
Living-Dead, turning in my grave my mother laid me to rest in as an infant.
A home in the cobwebs of my cradle
I never grew out of.
I died...
