Though yours be the poisoned kiss
I'd drink a thousand times from your lips
And having you'll be my greed
My love, a shadow of tragic need
Though yours'll be my last kiss
I'll not deny myself the bliss
Slain by love and into the pit
I'll go to hell and pay for it
(c) Tyrone Terrence 2008
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