problems of need i need you
obscene dreams in rusty beds
no one came here tonight
i pulled on me i need to
I unstick pages and read
I look at pictures of you
I smell the lust in my hands
Everyday i die
her favorite trick was to suck me inside
oh so very art nouveau
completely false feelings of love i don't
no one knows but that died years ago
I unstick pages and read
I look at pictures of you
I smell the lust in my hands
Everyday i die
die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die
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