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Winter my b****
There's no roaring lions nor sacrificial lambs
softness or one night stands
as time is a ticking bomb
the basis of all
extinction
you've made your mark
to the top
of mountain
slip sliding your way
with frozen breath and caustic tongue
down in the depths of destruction
I feel you
your softness
your seduction
thru the tips of these frostbit hands
your beats give you up
as that cold shoulder
speaks desperately of warmth
don't wipe off that lipstick
or shutter those broken windows
winter might just be starting
but I have enough wood to last
softness or one night stands
as time is a ticking bomb
the basis of all
extinction
you've made your mark
to the top
of mountain
slip sliding your way
with frozen breath and caustic tongue
down in the depths of destruction
I feel you
your softness
your seduction
thru the tips of these frostbit hands
your beats give you up
as that cold shoulder
speaks desperately of warmth
don't wipe off that lipstick
or shutter those broken windows
winter might just be starting
but I have enough wood to last
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