Fredag, 21/1 -11

Twisted on destiny, fate and three wishes.
We fuck and we fight, someone else does the dishes.
And meantime my memory reminisces and twists.
There was a time when we were filled with laughter.
Haplessly hoping happy ever after.
Did we string up a heart,
let it swing from the rafters and bleed.

There's blood on your legs, I love you.
There's blood on your legs, I love you.
There's blood on your legs, I love you.

Evoke the rich tapestry of love and devotion.
Emote the sweet saccharine of all that devotion.
Forget all about that and fall in this ocean with me.
With me.

Twist, snap, I love you.
Twist, snap, I love you.
Twist, snap, I love you.

There's blood on your legs, I love you.
There's blood on your legs, I love you.
There's blood on your legs, I love you.


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