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Lay |
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My love |
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My bride |
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Asleep in this bed |
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Dead till she's loved inside |
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To caress this wilted flower |
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Take me in angel legs |
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Deeper than your ****ing grave |
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Ah, I hold you close |
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There's something so romantic |
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In not living a ****ing day without you |
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Still dead eyes |
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Reflect love |
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Still bodies |
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Quench my thirst for |
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Intimate hold |
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I hold you all to myself |
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Strangle whole your closeness |
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Not even you my caged corpse |
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I crawl across this coffin |
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Over top this bodies handles |
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Lips taste gently across skin |
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Like wax drips down a dying candle |
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Like time inhales each expiring moment |
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Like life's movement is hunted and swallowed whole by death |
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Oh, I'm so craving you here my darling |
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I'm craving to taste you at the transformation |
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Oh, I'm craving you here my darling |
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To taste this wilted flower |
