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Jan 2017
Maybe I'm sick
Maybe I'm twisted
Let's take a dip
In a deep field of roses

You haunt my dreams
You make them so lovely
Leave my dreams
Make it reality

Twist a knife
Soft and deep
I taste the blood
You make it sweet

Feed me lies
Make me cry
Feed me till
I'm full of flies

I've died again
I don't even know. I just found it on my phone.
Astra Zenneth
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Astra Zenneth
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