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Throw me down your rope
Tomorrow will never come
My flesh wounds are rotting
They will never see the sun
Immaculate conception
Never was the case
And what you cannot have
You always want to break
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Shivering skin and twisted lips
I cannot stand your good night kiss
Just turn away and leave me
Scraping nails on metal crosses
Strike a match to cut your losses
Keep silent now and grieve me
-xxx
Madness!
Lovers raining in my head
Leaving puddles in my bed
Laughing softly as you said
'Nothing is worth
Such sweet suffering'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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