g Duoism's Theory

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Until we bleed


Lights black,
Heads bang,
You're my drug,
We live it,
You're drunk, you need it,
Real love, I'll give it.

Within my soul, there's you,
It lingers on me,
Every love,
Is a heartbeat.


"And if Cupid's got a gun, then he's shootin"


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