Slit my Throat with you Knife, but Kiss me While you do it

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We are
Lost in dreams of wonderlands past
Present and future
With white rabbits and caterpillars
Holding secrets close
Like poison edged swords
And we could
sleep under the stars
dreaming together about lands far, far away
Without ever waking up

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