Without your touch
Dumptruck
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a downfall of abomination
from amber skies to black clouds
none have been chosen, so all are slain
i cradle past memories of glory
rememberance always fails to compromise
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without your touch, my emotions burn red
desires tearing at my tongue
a mask of lust binds your face to my flesh
