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This pain you feel exists,
And in my heart it cultivates like vines.
Wrapping its spiny fingers around every bone and vein in my body,
It moves in and out of my lungs with my breath
That I breathe inside of you like poison,
Fatal love.
Lover, don’t forget:
The reason you are wrought in agony is
This pain inside me that exists.
And in my heart it cultivates like vines.
Wrapping its spiny fingers around every bone and vein in my body,
It moves in and out of my lungs with my breath
That I breathe inside of you like poison,
Fatal love.
Lover, don’t forget:
The reason you are wrought in agony is
This pain inside me that exists.