Н.
babe, I don't want you to laugh, don't want you to move and even to breathe
I'm sure your red will wake me, pull me up to life from my sore knees
I'm so hungry I barely see the words you've sent to me... to sent me
to our bloody past, to be left a part of forgotten, its rotten shells and meat
I just want to stay in your precious heart
or to reap your life and tear you apart
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© Copyright: Грэй Джей, 2018
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