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Pedalling through
the dark currents, i find
an acuurate copy.
A blueprint
of the pleasure in me.
Swirling black lilies totally rype
a secret code, carved
swirling black lilies
totally ripe
he offers
a handshke, crooked
five fingers
They from a pattern
yet to be matched.
On the surface simplicity,
but the darkest pit in me
its pagan poetry.
morsecoding signals
(signals)
they pulsate
(wake me up)
and wake me up
(pulsate)
from my hibernating.
On the surface simplicity
but the darkest pit in me
its pagan poetry,
pagan poetry.
swirling black lilies
totally ripe.
I love him...i love him...
i love him... i love him...
i love him...i love him...
i love him... i love him
she loves him...she loves him...
this time
(she loves him)
i gonna keep in to myself
(she loves him
she loves him
she loves him
she loves him)
this time
and he make me
want to hurt my self again
(she loves him
she loves him
she loves him
she loves him)
and he makes me
want to hurt myself again.