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when we first kissed i was awfully sad
and perhaps i thought your tongue
could rid me of this depression
but though i hid it behind walls of love
it sits there in the back of my throat
and you might try to kiss it away
to grasp at it with longing hands
maybe pull it from me with your teeth
the scars that linger under cool hands
will not fade and will not age
try you might but you cannot save me
im a creature that dreams of destruction