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I’m a slave to not express this love

Caught a dove that I can’t release, until I cease to feel undone

Enter the fool, a crimson stain upon my bluest pool

I stall, she breaks delicate on my shore

And I try to but I can’t ignore

How I’d clean every cut, and crush the death

That craves her taste, vultures in dark robes of lace

I’ll mess you up, I’ll fuck you up, but with one touch stop pain abrupt

A pale white light reflects in her eyes

Dangling from my mouth is a string of wasted time

Her lips curl 'round but don’t touch mine — apart from in my head

In my sins that guard doors and give birth to more

I replay what she said