You call me Aphroditie You say I am your Helen. These bruises and this battering From the fall that I have taken Don't hurt half as bad As the words that you have spoken. Your affection is like a pillow The love you give the Grim Reaper. With your lips upon mine, You steal my soul. My cheeks, once plump apples, Now turn into plagued mush. Look at what you've done to me. As I am your everything I am left with nothing.Birth sign: Gemini
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