<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=388850" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Smells Like Flesh</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">kill me with your love, <br>or just kill me! <br>i'm sick of existence<br>and struggle....<br>the flame of the candle, <br>does not burn my fingers.<br>and the roar of stillness deafens! <br>angels and demons cannot satisfy, <br>even the trees ask forgiveness.<br>these lips are blue with frost, <br>yet the grave smells like flesh!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eric+Cockrell">Eric Cockrell</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=388850" data-title="Smells Like Flesh de Eric Cockrell" data-description="kill me with your love, or just kill me! i'm sick of existence and struggle.... the flame of the candle, does not burn my fingers. and the roar of stillness deafens! angels and demons cannot satisfy, even the trees ask forgiveness. these lips..."></div> </div> </div>

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