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Aconite Heart, Opium Dreams
Aconite heart, opium dreams,
Empty eyes and rustic touch,
Last ounce of my thunder have been consumed.
Gamble on beats, thrill of a kill,
Measured words, masqueraded feels,
Of innocent scent sweeter than Aphrodite's...
Empty eyes and rustic touch,
Last ounce of my thunder have been consumed.
Gamble on beats, thrill of a kill,
Measured words, masqueraded feels,
Of innocent scent sweeter than Aphrodite's...
