Trapped in my vest, and my loose skin
Sweat swells up as I swear my sin
I kill, I perish and I fear no ghost
Cause whistling is my dear I fear most.
~ Love Will Be
The Death Of Me
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𝗪𝗵𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗹𝗲𝘀 ⫘⫘ 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲
PoetryWhistling is like telling secrets, it's fond, but you never know what is in it.
Love
Trapped in my vest, and my loose skin
Sweat swells up as I swear my sin
I kill, I perish and I fear no ghost
Cause whistling is my dear I fear most.
~ Love Will Be
The Death Of Me
