вторник, 25 март 2025 г.

The caress

 Your touch is why

I am writing this now

If I die the world will know

Who to blame my death on

Because your caress was unexpected

Why did you do this to me

I have no clue

But one thing I know for sure

I don`t trust the human in you

Your soul is corrupted

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