Gallery of Pain: Crimson Crush by Matt
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Matt
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take my pink purity wounds
turn them inside out round and round like another gear in my head spinning too far too fast leave me with nothing but a stale taste my mind will never quiet without you my mute serene little sting you are my first love and my last hope my child - my only descendant mine forever take my scarlet keys to sanctuary melt them in the fires of prejudice taint the smiles of relief break the calm solace of scars bleed inside - stay pristine outside i won't see it, won't feel it, won't take it love anger bitterness trust these things i live without but at least i have you my precious disease, my favorite waste of time no one will love you like me no one can love me like you the sweet translucent appeal of my crimson crush |
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