Calabrese
Death Of Me
My sewn up lips by your black fingertips cold entwined and evermore openings and closing something u cant ever find vivid pumpkins grin in nines its only imagination, baby we are but one burning fun falling endlessly in hell it was our choice for all eternity closing your eyes while driving along crashing in to murder walls, rebel angels and the victims of our youth
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