spare me from innocence.

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to bell chimes on sundayswith a whisk of white rosesyou're dressed up in layers and blankets of snow

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to bell chimes on sundays
with a whisk of white roses
you're dressed up in layers and blankets of snow.
tearing, and ripping me,
piece off of piece.
with doe eyes and cheap smiles
lingering on those lips
those in which strike harm
upon my sinful desires. 

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