Untouchable
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Crimson Love
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Her lips are parted yet,
silent screams are all that fall,
she shouts for crimson,
She needs me but I can't need her,
she's wants me, yet I am untouchable,
your the one whom cannot,
keep crimson love,
I shall remain a feverant want,
and I still I shall stay untouchable.
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