Love Outlives Us All
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- Parts 2
Ongoing<5 mins
Last published Mon, Jan 1, 2018
You speak lies like a skilled sinner
You sob symphonies like Mozart
You whisper entire worlds to me like your some sort of goddess
You're full of promises you'll never keep
If I cut you will angels weep
You seems so perfect, so charming
You're so damn perfect, it's not charming
You strangle me every time we sleep next to each other
Yet it seems I can't breathe when we don't sleep next to each other
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