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My lips as the line
Not one smile has kissed By I've licked the blade The taste of salt not iron No more ups and downs Like the edge of a saw Each new life line slashed and I can't breath no more Is it your jealousy I stir? No need for anguish The light does not want me Of that, I am sure See these wings? They were meant for darkness And with the happiness My cold soul static It's throat exposed Waiting Vunerable and shallow And I am on edge I know The silent agony of love And I breathe The cold exhale as broken And now I ask- Is it not enough that my tears run scarlet? Passionate Lust your mistress could not comprehend Which I 'choose' not to end So here I am in the path of darkness, Already lost by the time you read this.
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