When I die, I want to decompose in a barrel of porter and have it served in all the pubs in Dublin.
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Monday, June 4, 2012
like a moth to a flame.
i’m thoroughly
done with this
moth to a flame
simile.
sure, you draw me
in and seer my
skin—
i can hear my
heart burst open
as the fire takes
over everything.
but,
i don’t care
if you don’t.
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