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Mi Amore ~with Drieks
Escape me.
Delay me no more.
Portray me with lack of these colours I paint
on your door.
We’re a match thus the lore is I burn to
the core, just 1 short, we’re a four on the floor.
Disco rhythms galore.
Stop beating skin that is sore.
I am rainbow-descent, dark shades to the
core, I am all but a friend, I amend,
I am lend to pretend that I. am. no. more.
Abandoned, descended, befriended or more.
Hear me roar…
…while flesh of the mesh is torn,
fresh scents of discomfort, the sum of my fears is increased ever more.
Plural is my debt in score.
So rich in the sense of the bridge we are under,
so poor.
Mi amore.
Delay me no more.
Portray me with lack of these colours I paint
on your door.
We’re a match thus the lore is I burn to
the core, just 1 short, we’re a four on the floor.
Disco rhythms galore.
Stop beating skin that is sore.
I am rainbow-descent, dark shades to the
core, I am all but a friend, I amend,
I am lend to pretend that I. am. no. more.
Abandoned, descended, befriended or more.
Hear me roar…
…while flesh of the mesh is torn,
fresh scents of discomfort, the sum of my fears is increased ever more.
Plural is my debt in score.
So rich in the sense of the bridge we are under,
so poor.
Mi amore.
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