"I'll be the corpse in your bathtub, useless
I'll be as deaf as a post, if you hold me like a newborn.

Whisper what you feel
My badly strong declaration, to you.
You'll spend the end of your days
Gently smiling like a newborn
Love not by degrees.

Press your lips to my eyes
Taste my tears on your tongue,
pull the blinds, play our song.
Nothings changed.
Nothing could be wrong."

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