Average Rating 0.00 (0 votes) You must login to vote Your soul is Lost without reason No warmth No cold No in- between Just dead seasons With all your Fancy teasing All your red And black roses You bring no Easing to my Flickered soul You kiss me sweetly Breathing softly In my ear To inspire This love Hate relationship Then you lovingly Inspirite a trance I run slant ways Only to come To star in the Nexst mugshot Imprisoned play Straight up hurting Blindly in front Of this fire I spring

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