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His Love Is Death

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My dreams of him
are pure
But my thoughts can be poison
My eternal kisses are sweet
and hold a dark secret
That only we know
His eyes still haunt my slumber
Those piercing blue eyes
They cut through me like daggers
Slicing my skin, into pieces
My pain comes from him and only
he can understand it
Will the pain ever go away?
Or stay comfortly in my frayed mind
His love is deadly but
Comforting in a way that only I know





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