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Unrequiting Heart
I try to muster the courage to tell you how I feel...
Each time, my words are murdered at my throat,
My breath still reeks of their blood
In my heart, their poltergeists reak havock,
Lamenting their unfinished works
If...
Each time, my words are murdered at my throat,
My breath still reeks of their blood
In my heart, their poltergeists reak havock,
Lamenting their unfinished works
If...
