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i'm a slave to not express this love, caught a dove that i can't release, until i cease to feel undone, enter the fool, a crimson stain upon my bluest pool, i stall, she breaks delicate on my shore, and i try to but i can't ignore, how i'd clean every cut, and crush the death, that craves her taste, vultures in dark robes of lace, i'll mess you up, i'll fuck you up, but with one touch stop pain abrupt, a pale white light reflects in her eyes, dangling from my mouth is a string of wasted time, her lips curl 'round but don't touch mine - apart from in my head, in my sins that guard doors and give birth to more, i replay what she said