The Sin
Won't forget your lips.
You're my sin, my flame.
Choke me in your grips.
I will never lose
The sight of you, so bright.
You will be my muse,
And you will be my bride.
Even if I live,
Even when I die,
Trust me and believe:
You're forever mine.
Countless fallen stars
Won't eclipse your grace.
Deeper than my scars,
Etch in me your trace...
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