The heart is being whipped,
the blood is getting dripped,
The blood is still thick and warm,
even though it is after the storm,
facts of life, they all swarm,
and little by little appears a form,
The form is a mirror,
and the face gets clear,
the face of a liar,
who used to be a lover,
and fill her with desire,
but now it's all a big fire.
Skin is burning,
blood is failing,
to reach the heart,
that is yearning...
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