I scratch words hopelessly, at the back of my mind
think of something to say, something unkind
i pull my eyes shut to tear me from you
my hands like putty, my love like glue
your the sin, im the sinner
im at loss as your the winner
i feel the pressure push against me
the venom, the toxin
i feel the fever taking over me
your perfume im lost in
beautiful, quaint
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Wow I love it, I love the use of words anf how well they go together, You hane a true gift, Tres tres tres bien!