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Blackness of Love
I put it all on the line,
but what’s yin without its yang?
For you were a noose,
You cheered me on as I hang.
You were my twin flame, a figment of imagination.
Gave you everything I had,
you learned the true meaning of saturation.
...
but what’s yin without its yang?
For you were a noose,
You cheered me on as I hang.
You were my twin flame, a figment of imagination.
Gave you everything I had,
you learned the true meaning of saturation.
...
