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Cradling the thought, your immature ways Imprisoning your mind with poisoned lasting days Deathly cornered in your uncontrolled casting glares Whimsical, Magical, Murdering stares
Longing heartless, Ah, Your perfect smile Your scent so sedating yet you are so vile Insignificant flaunts such you cast upon me Owning your apathetic gaze, perception is deadly
Show your insensated blackened lies Purge them from your soul that always defies Your pathetic plies, fucking open your sex desired eyes The crowning will arrive and I will surpass you and survive
By Mahlyssa April 26, '99 |
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