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My no note suicide
Death so sweet
I lust for thy touch
I wish to kiss your lips
I tremble for your touch
I miss thy cold gaze
Like the glare off my knife
From my more naive days
Of lying and cutting
Slaughter and more
For death I meet you tonight
Leave thy courage
At Hell's door
I lust for thy touch
I wish to kiss your lips
I tremble for your touch
I miss thy cold gaze
Like the glare off my knife
From my more naive days
Of lying and cutting
Slaughter and more
For death I meet you tonight
Leave thy courage
At Hell's door
Published 18th Jul 2012
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