And sticks in my throat
And it bleeds from my hate
And I pour in your glass
And there's fate in my hands
And I lick from your mouth
And I enjoy its taste
And you drink from my love
And our hearts won't beat again.
And it bleeds from my hate
And I pour in your glass
And there's fate in my hands
And I lick from your mouth
And I enjoy its taste
And you drink from my love
And our hearts won't beat again.
2 comentários:
Love without heartbeats is just a ticking clock. Or necrophilia.
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ah, já tava me esquecendo. Linkei seu blog no meu.
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