This warm blood
Save a gun and a finger a bullet a trigger, your love, you’re cold
Has no trace
Like love gone, so, so much a waste
A bullet,
Love
So much a waste…
This breath, this waste,
This warm blood,
I do
How I do waste
Your lips,
Your lips, now my waste
Take now, my blood,
My blood to waste
Drain me now, this soul’s bitter waste
You your love our love
A waste…
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