Sick Thoughts

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unspoken words
with rages hidden well
beneath our bare skins
we let our horns and halos dwell

actions been taken done
yet bloods that bind
those souls untouched
until love they find

hearts burnt to crisps
she howls his name
he listens but does not hear
her utter cries of shame

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