I'm sleeping within your hollow cove Feeding off the warmth of your growing passion Your words are like nicotine to my blood Filling me up with addiction to what I can never have Your eyes, so inticing Forcing me to wipe my bloodstained cheeks With hopeful intentions Yet the passion must end These eyes can't take anymore hurt I'm scared to love again.Birth sign: Scorpio
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