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Sickness Love
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Literature Text
There's something in the air,
Is it love or cyanide?
My heart is beating faster,
pumping blood or iodine?
My neck is getting goosebumps
Or cancer causing sores?
My hands are going cold,
waiting to grab yours.
My stomach gets the butterflies,
or parasitic worms?
Is this warmth the touch of love?
Or the sting of healing burns?
When we kiss my legs my legs go numb,
I never want to leave.
Are you the poison or the cure,
With needles in your sleeve?
But even when my heart stops beating,
I still will kiss you so.
Because I know that if I die,
My body will let go.
Is it love or cyanide?
My heart is beating faster,
pumping blood or iodine?
My neck is getting goosebumps
Or cancer causing sores?
My hands are going cold,
waiting to grab yours.
My stomach gets the butterflies,
or parasitic worms?
Is this warmth the touch of love?
Or the sting of healing burns?
When we kiss my legs my legs go numb,
I never want to leave.
Are you the poison or the cure,
With needles in your sleeve?
But even when my heart stops beating,
I still will kiss you so.
Because I know that if I die,
My body will let go.
Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference between disease and love. Is it not?
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