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a Cold Kiss

The Dethroners

The suffering that's rising in my veins:
The wakefullness.
The rumpling noise of galopping horses:
The pain.

The coldness of ice chills my body,
As I realize:

I must leave this world without You,
My last cold kiss is my demise too...






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