With every passionate move, you draw closer to the grave. When we kiss, my lip gloss poisons your heart. When you kiss my eyes, my mascara poisons your lungs. When you kiss my cheeks, my foundation drugs your blood. When you kiss my neck, my perfume corrupts your sense of smell. When you kiss my hand, my lotion creeps under your tongue. And when it's all over, you stare at me like you are alive but i smile cos' you've become the dying man; Dying for my love...
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