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My Disease
Down on your knees
Brown eyes looking up
As you take me in your mouth
My will is seized…
You are my disease
You make me ill
Then heal me
You make me well
Then kill me
Passion so hot
In your web I’m caught
Poisonous touch
An addiction too much
Can’t get away
I leave only to stay
An unbreakable vice
Do I dare roll the dice?
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