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What sort of fire burns in your eyes,
It reaches the tip of my soul,
What sort of charm is laced on your lip
Angels and demons alike are awakened
Within me
One mind, one million thoughts
Hundred ways to rip you apart
With every heartbeat comes blood boiling hot
Till your scream begs to come no more
To show you the horror I see every night
Thinking of you
While the night is young, let’s take one of each other
Till there’s nothing left to hide.
Give me your hands, if I go first
Your turn…

Victor Oyedele

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