There will come a time
This life you live
Will catch up
Is this what's left of me?
I sense the kiss,
It's coming
Let's dispense the formalities,
If it's all the same to you,
If
I'm not evil,
You're just weak,
You're too afraid to tast something
Its late, your eyes crossed with someone,
a pretty picture with
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