Twisted love
How creepy it may seem, Stalking you in your dream As I crawl in your skin How obsessed I have been Why death did not took That boy in your book Has he ever bother to look, I, be death to his cozy nook It is all just a harmless thought Nothing too serious of sort Keep your left cheek out point No right to you, for mine you sought
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