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Strings
In the mist
of the Summer bliss
I am cutting my wrist
With a twisted blade
Letting my art bleed with grace.
A demon’s kiss
touches my lips
giving me powers at my...
of the Summer bliss
I am cutting my wrist
With a twisted blade
Letting my art bleed with grace.
A demon’s kiss
touches my lips
giving me powers at my...
