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I wanna lay waste to your altar Dedicate you to the love gods Spill your blood out on the wild flowers Leave you sprawled out on the white cover..

I'm losing sleep over my actions. And it's no surprise. Lord knows I should. At times it feels like you're watching. It's in my mind. I know you'..

It's red. It's white. And something in between. Scarlet drops of life Smeared over the porcelain. Silent, still and spread-eagled, She lies o..

Out in the early spring air Was the pitchy song of the birds. A song from somewhere In the high skies where Only electric poles could observe As..

If eyes, they say, are the windows to the soul Then lies must be the curtains that cover them If our lives must eventually come to an end..

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