i'll burn holes in my skin
if you want to touch my bones
i'll paint your canvas in my own blood
if you promise to kiss the gashes away
i'll set myself on fire
if our spark began to fade
your smile is the rope i chose
to hang myself with
so let me sink my heart into this page
for my lips must not share my love for you
our love became forbidden
because it could not become true
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habitation
Poetry[habitation (noun) the state or process of living in a particular place]
