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Time is cruel, my love,
with its flies and its decay.
But I can make you forever
beautiful, still, and mine.
with its flies and its decay.
But I can make you forever
beautiful, still, and mine.
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I want to make you my beautiful forever-thing.
Your weary heart should not have to still beat.
The flies of time have such a nasty sting.
Your skin, a map, I'll carefully un-string,
And cure it of its sorrow and its heat.
I want to make you my beautiful forever-thing.
With loving hands, the ruin I will bring
To perfect stillness, handsome and complete.
The flies of time have such a nasty sting.
I'll fill you up with every unshed tear I sing,
And make your broken form my mercy-seat.
I want to make you my beautiful forever-thing.
Your pose will be of a majestic king,
At glorious peace in absolute defeat.
The flies of time have such a nasty sting.
I'll set you in my room, a silent spring
Of comfort, a delectable conceit.
I want to make you my beautiful forever-thing.
The flies of time have such a nasty sting.
—V.
(Your taxidermist)
(Your preserver)
(Keeper of your forever-stillness)
(Your taxidermist)
(Your preserver)
(Keeper of your forever-stillness)