Why must you be so cruel? Making me blush, I watch you
drool
Excuses for contact the warmth of my skin, like silk, I
catch
your grin
Hold me in your arms, my casket you build and I crawl to
rot
in your blood
I confess. I show partial interest, but interest that dies
passed
dreams
We were two parasites enchanted
You were edible. But indigestible
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