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little death
They will never understand
all the white lines that I've done.
Body screams bloody murder
but I won't stop even if it surrenders.
Bite my lip and bite my tongue,
I just wanna go and come.

Have you got a paradise
like I do on the inside?
They say my mind is decadent,
but with you, to this I don't see an end.

Share a past and know the lines,
why they're there, where they reside.
It's a heaven on earth with you in my room.
Your death has come and mine will soon.
© mogsart