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Crimson Love
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Cut My wrists, watch the crimson fall,
Open my veins, look at the puddle,
Laughing gently,
You love the pain,
feeling every incision, Giving you masochistic pleasures unknown,
Cut out your regrets, Throw them aside,
Give into your Self,
Lose your insides,
Cut out your heart, feel the liflessness,
Grow limp to your will,
Lusting for your blade, A lust I'm unable to fill.
Bu şiiri puanla
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