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That eyes drown me in a love too pestilent fetid as a bloody gutter Your look, so clean yet your skin so filthy, promiscuous, prurient, impudent yet too innocent to know that I know Too toxic Perhaps, when my heart cried in white, this would’ve work However, now swarming my head dreams and wishes of tear your gruesome skin to shreds pluck out your eyes and boil your childish lying tongue, with my bare hands that will stain as dries with your pouring pain, yet do I love you? Do you think I can? yet do you love me? Do you think you can? I’m lonely, stupid whore, but not empty, still filled with perversity. Our love are just cummed ashes.

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