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I am lost in the whirlwind of loneliness,Somebody please throw me a hand.
Stick your knife through my navel
I`ll stick mine through yours
Let`s bleed together we`ll both die for a good cause
Our demise will paint the perfect love picture
You are the rare rose that grew from the seed of eternal beauty
Your eyes are the reason god created stars
Your smile is the reason I wrote this poem
Beautiful black princess the reason cameras were made to take pictures
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