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You don’t realize the pain you inflict on me
When you position your limbs that way And look into the lens that way You don’t realize the lust you create out of nowhere I’m not sure why god gave a hint of his grace to a few A hint of his elegance that will flash through your eyes A resemblance to deity that will burst from your motion And evaporate into oblivion leaving a human behind You don’t realize the power you hold Over my existence, my substance, my being I want to drink your grace and get high on your skin I want to consume your very existence You don’t realize the painful craving you cause Either that, or you’re trying to kill me
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