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Jan 2019
Your eyes are open gates through deadly hells
Which are similar to your blasphemic red lips
Your voice sing the song of some morbid bells
Marbred white skin running from ribs to hips

Eyelashes like blades, ghostly butterflies
Your body slither like a venomenous snake
Perfect white teeth, guardians of your cursed lies
Like a cruel swan you cut my neck

Tell my name like you were drowning
Mix of alcohol and nicotine
Cigarette burns invades my skin
Slowly addicted to your deathly dreams
As always, English is not my first language so if I have made some mistakes, tell me !
Kalyopée
Written by
Kalyopée  17/F/France
(17/F/France)   
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     ---, Fawn, Manuel Hutchinson and Perry
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