Each kiss
Is real butter
Or freshwater pearls
Or hope
Each sentiment
Feels genuine
Feels like fuel
That only gods consume
What more
Could a sick freak
Like myself
Ask for~
Our love
Defies logic;
Which is nothing
More than
The breast milk
of today’s sheep
Let’s ignore
Their rules
You can cheat
On me,with me…
Let’s be sick together
Lie to me; fuel me
No remorse
Lie to me; king me
No regrets
Each kiss
Each sentiment
Feels genuine
Defies logic
Lie to me
I like it
I like you
This sickness
Is ours, alone

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