gUnp0wder kiSSes
I miss you a candle burns out. Scars, tattoos of broken promises Indigo lights meet sleepless nights. She kisses the lips of another my guy burns I retreat seething. Now I sing the blues ... blood runs red as tears fall dead. That's the only way I can stop the memories the gunpowder tastes like her kisses !
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