our inner selves
our inner desires
are disturbing.
our thought horrifying.
our love is true yet false
and our hugs are cold.
we might live among the living
but we lie among the dead
are disturbing.
our thought horrifying.
our love is true yet false
and our hugs are cold.
we might live among the living
but we lie among the dead
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