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Nov 2011
I can almost taste your blood
As I bite your neck
The warmth running through your heart
Faster and faster yet faster still
As I bite your neck
I want to lap up the blood from your heart
And smear it all down my mind
Warmer and warmer yet warmer still
As I bite your neck
Crushed capillaries spilling onto land
The people head for the hills
And I moan for the leaving moment
As blood runs down my tears
Sleepy Conscience
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Sleepy Conscience
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