Midnight rendezvous
six feet deep
soft tissue breakdown
no place for the weak
your now rotten form
the stench, unbearable
when i removed your
dress now unwearable
the touch of decay
in to my flesh creeps
as I press my lips to yours
my soul goes to sleep
on top of you i lay
both naked and cold
our bodies are one
in deep earthen hole
as night turns to day
my sweet i must part
with shovel in hand
i leave with your heart
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