Your eye-teeth were sharp
Your tongue was so mild
My skin was so young
And painless your bite
Just hate me
If you want my Love
Just kiss me
If you want my blood
I’m so tired of waiting
For my endless Death
The road of creating
Your soul and your face
I don’t love the dawn,
Your face and your blood;
I don’t love the pain
And the way you had hurt
For a God
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Your eye-teeth were sharp...
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