Friday 4 May 2007 photo 2/11
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I taste death in every kiss we share, and every sundown seems to be the last we have. Your breathe on my skin has the scent of our end. I'm drunk on your tears baby can't you see it's our chance? Every time we touch we get closer to heaven, and at every sunrise our sins are forgiven. You, on my skin - this must be the end. The only way you can love me is to have me again. Our love is a razorblade kiss, sweet as the sweet taste on your lips. Oh the taste from your lips. I'm not afraid to feel... I want you to love me
Annons