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So give unto me my lovely poison.
Bane of my blood, willingly taken to keep me enthralled. I cling to each drop, the beautiful burn left upon my tongue and soul.
But without it I cannot hold together bone and flesh. And so I gladly seek your pain and disdain, given freely from a once loving breath.
Hand in hand as you set aflame what's left of my battered mind.
I'll smile as your touch withers away whats left.


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Wow- moment of truth on a death bed in could be anyway and another way I comprehend this is you will suffer for your love even if they are cruel


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