With my ventricles pulsing between your teeth…
You tore out what I wished not to keep…
Pink, purple, and red hues…
At some point it used to beat with out the booze…
Let it be my gift for you to use…
May my lyrical heart rest with my muse…
-Madamchryzl- Reluctantly Inspired
Rhymes, Writings, and Confessions to Small Crimes 
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