A heartless soul could leave me
stone-cold sober and I'd
still drink my sight dry.
A rapid heartbeat could come
to a sudden halt and I'd
still take big gulps of the beautiful sceneries.
A merciless stab right right through my heart
and I'd still swallow your dripping tears.
(d.r.)
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Black & Poisonous
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