Spinefull Whispers
As the morning whispers
breathing gently down my spine
I see your face through the blackest night
crystal clear as a bright summers day
death I'm not afraid of
but dying without you by my side
As you are an angel send by God
not through Love or pity
but to keep a gem like you
to thyself is a sin
sinners we are and shall remain
but to keep thy hidden is the biggest sin of all
and who can sin with you in our midst
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