i love letting the cold evening rain in
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performing a destruction on my silk porcelain skin
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i think you're crazy, maybe
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love doesn't squeal like a pig
it is the dagger which has found
its way into your ribs
a fool struck by lighting
by love
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obsessed and will be for a long time
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路
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