entrails

Fan Lou

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It's rubbing through my veins,
i can feel it by my Heartbeat.
Can you see the bloody fountains?
Can you fell my freshest meat?

Would you lick on my opend soul?
Were you sick if i'ld for ever go?
Would you help me and my seek?
Would you noose you on me, bleak?

I feel the trip is looseing his veils,
can see it more clearly and near.
But so the pain is biteing my nails,
by retourning with his old fear.
 



 
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