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I lie here dying on your bed You kill me so well I'm stupefied Lying in a pool of my own blood Love is like the sweetest death Your body hangs over me and you remove the knife And you kiss my cold lips to no response You pull back the covers and we lie How many more times will I die? Post a comment in response: |
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