Branded To Paper

I drank your blood

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After it ran cold

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Half hardened sticky still

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Pooled in the deepest part

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Of your bitter heart

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A cup of meat

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It tasted sweet

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But you can't hear me say so

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So I branded it to paper

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And left it where you lay low. 

The End

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