l0ve deCayed
We got a love thing, addicted like a drug. The sexual chemistry is obvious I promised with an oath not a ring. Taste the cold steel barrel, I'm too nieve to know the truth. No more promises! My spine a simple string. To the stars I fade addicted to the toxicity I believe. When she cries demons dance and angels sing. Just ... fall into place; belong to me?
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