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Temporary home, I'll be all alone. Roses in gardens all is filled with poison thorns. Nose bleeds, no breath, my dreams turn to storms. Wake me up to the sound of your voice. You'll come over? the sky turns white. Meet me there tonight, I'm not up to another fight Kisses taste like sorrow as bridges stay hollow. Loves bites bleed, I'm yours indeed Nothing guaranteed, yet you know I'll follow. How come bruises are mistaken for kisses? Behind the curtains it all lies. By: Zoulaikha
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Dec 8, 2023
Dec 8, 2023 at 4:18 PM UTC
Behind the Curtains
Temporary home, I'll be all alone. Roses in gardens all is filled with poison thorns. Nose bleeds, no breath, my dreams turn to storms. Wake me up to the sound of your voice. You'll come over? the sky turns white. Meet me there tonight, I'm not up to another fight Kisses taste like sorrow as bridges stay hollow. Loves bites bleed, I'm yours indeed Nothing guaranteed, yet you know I'll follow. How come bruises are mistaken for kisses? Behind the curtains it all lies. By: Zoulaikha
How can bruises be mistaken for kisses?
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Dec 8, 2023
Dec 8, 2023 at 4:18 PM UTC
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