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| Bullet of love |
| by Gabriella Steele |
Pull the trigger and claim my blood as yours;
To get it you must knock down these doors.
A secret which hides in every room.
Turn the knob slowly or soon face your doom.
You released the blackness unto my heart.
You hung my heart up;
And pierced it with a dart.
A child's game is what you mustn't play.
I warned you so but here we are today.
So here's the gun with a bullet inside.
Pull the trigger and watch me die. |
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