You’re not pleased till you draw blood.
I don’t hit back but think I should,
I know that you’re wrong,You’ve known all along.
IT'S
THE
TEARING
SOUND
OF
Love-notes
You’re not pleased till you draw blood.
I don’t hit back but think I should,
I know that you’re wrong,You’ve known all along.
In the dark you tell me of a flower
that only blooms in the violet hour
If this is what you want
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