It’s cold, cold in this world. And we’re freezing. But it’s not cold in our hearts. People say about her that she kills without regrets. I don’t really like her. But she’s always near. Her spell is fucking up my head. Her silver gloves around my neck. Her body’s burning in my hands. I kiss her. Escape. Escape. Just let me escape. Breathe in; breathe out all the precious moments. She’s the voice inside my head; she’s all over the place. She’s so cold, her lips so red. Her dance is almost like a prayer. When she falls I always reach to catch her.
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