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by Marthe Dybdahl Aug 29, 2007 category : Love, romance / love is
Thy lips are a razor that leave my soul to bleed The naked metal against worm skin Thy voice, my law my kiss, Thy slave Though dead my heart beat Thy love reigns my pain your love Poisonous cold fills my memory As Queen of Thy love I soar My weakness you kingdom.