With Bowls Of Blood. Read Count : 8

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His muffled gaze; his perpetual gaze
Piercing like a diamond fork
It bleeds. With bowls of salmon pink, my heart bleeds
In the muffled clicks; in their perpetual speech

In the surrounding of dimmed gloss
I learn to leave the glowing lantern
I learn to lose the natural appetite
And I teach my feet to kick his shins

When platters of arousals curse me
And I deceive him to end the stillness of his gaze
His muffled purr and this perpetual stir
Glorify the rase that's scraped so deeply

With bowls of chilli red, my heart bleeds and bleeds
In the lonely cutlery and lulling speech
His muffled gaze; his perpetual gaze
Livens me like the pierce of that diamond fork

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