10 We're like unmistakable stain That makes peace incomplete, That makes something hard to forgive And to believe - save me from me.
I'm a thousand viruses in a drop Of blood or spit, and I gorge for more, I gorge for company but beg to be left alone; Clasping the sheets, I refuse to let go.
I am the sickness and the pain, I am the spirit that won't go away, I am the danger lurking the alleys, I'm a volcano in the middle of a valley.
I am the taste of knowing for sure, The haste of tearing off your clothes, I am the eyes, the mouth and the heart, The clock that tells you: you can't go back.
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