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The shade of an ice pick sinking into flesh
Sex-n-sex-n-sex-n-death
I don't want you I want your flesh
Close my eyes and dream of death
Slip away and take a breath
Rivers running dark and cool
How can nothingness be cruel?
Trip with me and meet the sun
This orgasm of light
Suck the world inside yourself
Spitting forth the night
I listen to the trees they hum
And hold hands with the moon
Insects whisper sweet nothings
The solar system blooms
The skulls of babies grow within
The garden of the soul
Where the girls run barefoot
And all life lives uncontrolled
Come on baby let's kick back and bleed with me awhile
Nevermind the cold black truth that stains the kitchen tile
HATA BİLDİR
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