Words words words, all these damn words

We Met, words

We met in a library

We fought a whore of words.

We loved on a bed of nails, me underneath.

Her knees never recovered

We Met, Nihilist

We met at a Nihilist Convention, this Angel served me the drink.

We have five astounding daughters.

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