| My sleeping beauty
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| Vanished in the sweetest dreams
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| The never ending process with worms
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| And mud as witnesses
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| Returned to the starving ground
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| You haunted my dreams as I was prisoner
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| Of this 7 years old childish body
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| And now I know you chased me my entire life
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| You’re desire and disgust
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| You’re the burning cold
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| You’re the black stain defiling
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| The purity of the immaculate white painting
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| You’re the infection infesting the cut
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| I celebrate metamorphosis
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| I send your pieces to the grave
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| The beautiful sight of your departure
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| Infinite passion of the abandoned
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| You, you are the wound in the corner of my lips
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| You that I can never stop licking
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| You made me what I am
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| You made me what I become
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| The vicious wind blows in my ears
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| Mixed with your silent moans
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| As my cum arrives until what remains of you
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| Honoring your grave as you deserve it
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| I beg they catch me
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| As you watch me rocking your head
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| Like a sleeping newborn child
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| The creature in me reads through your absent eyes
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| See the picture of the delivered monster
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| Smiling to the ignorance of its creator |