Bewitched

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Caress his lips as he spits his poison
Infatuated with a vulgar mouth
Words that play like a mourning melody
An insensitive rapture, cloaked in red velvet dreams
Within a celestial sky they made an incision
And watched the heavens crumble and bleed
Now lost in limbo where it seemed safe
Beautifully rotten from their new-found decay

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