I take these nights like the dillusions in my mind hot breathe against my skin shivers down my spine interruptions interplay in my mind sweet juice just like wine Taking my heart and tearing it apart I feel dreadfullness to start Opinions sore and I emplore these visions of hope you have stabbed me under your wing and hearing the blood-curdling scream I fall down and grab your wingsBirth sign: Libra
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