I'll simplify your character fill you up with gasoline to see if your flesh still burns I watch you swing above me with a knot against your chin now so patiently I watch you gasp for me there's no more air in here with all the time you waste with how this could have been I hold your severed hands your kiss tastes of everyone else your skind always whiter the nyour eyes it's no surprise that in the end yout thre it up you thre it all away the desperation in your breathing has me wondering is it my hands around your throat? sink slowly no so I can watch you cry at the bottom of the lake you lie
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