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Will you still hold me when you see what I have done?
Will you still kiss me the same,
When you taste my victim’s blood?
So crimson and red,
I feel it flowing from your lips. (Crimson and red)
My heart is dead and so are you.
Posted on February 5, 2012 via Every Rose Has It's Thorn with 2 notes
Source: dont-turnaround
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