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The Sins of You (W.i.p)

I took an oath from the blood on my hands,
To save myself from the sins of your kiss.
At times fall by your pleasant scent,
Only me wondering, how does it begin?
When time is only of our sins,
Or really the sins of you.
How, will I get the end of memories?
Let them fall  down a hole and rid of it all
Let it sleep and rest solely.


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The Sins of You (W.i.p)

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