The Sweetest Dessert, a poem I made in the psych ward

the maggots ran deep

the gnats just above

and yet she ate,

and yet she smiled

a smile that transcended living

teeth red and glistening

my true love being fed

to feed is to have bled

the light is slowly fading

no matter how i cry,

i feel joy deep inside

my lover and I

finally intertwined

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