Валерий Алехин Валерий Алехин 
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Crimson and Black

I'd sell my heart in paperback, In verses for perverts to read. The crimson lines look good on black, Just like the world behind my lids. For crimson is my poisoned blood You'd never want to mix with yours, For black is my denying heart That's stained with lies and dead remorse. Erase my love and drain my mind Until my memory is void, I want to be completely blind To every trifle I enjoyed. Your gentle touch is like a burn - I play pretend I'm fine with heat. I've reached the point of no return, I find my peace in self-deceit.
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