You Bring Me Daydreams, You Bring Me Nightmares.

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To your teeth:
I would like to grind them on rocks.
So your smile would be
broken.

To your nerve endings:
I would like to invert them.
So pleasure was pain,
And you would never
love.

To your freedom:
I would like to pluck the feathers from your wings.
So you would be stuck
forever.





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