ALABASTER
I watch you, you don't know it, I love you, but I'm afraid to show it, I dream of you each and every day, Yet I am to much a pussy to carry you away..... Sometimes I dream about my hands around your porcelain neck, squeezing your life down to a little speck, just seconds away from certain death, But I can't find myself putting an end to your breath... White as snow, pure as Alabaster, To snuff out this light, would bring total disaster!
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