tips i touch, we transcend
but our souls, they matched
flicker my cigarette
pass my meth
i lust, i loved
your skin, my mouth
i dove, stroked the red
increased the risk
his, all i knew
the queue
the same song
my blues
you, without dues
stroke my muse
flicker my cigarette
one last breath
before i transcend
this
this is the end
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