a bloody door
i am not.
but i could be
that door knob
come, come
you have the key
to my heart
fit it in. Open me.
Repaint me to
the color of the
sky.
a bloody door
i am not.
but i could be
that door knob
come, come
you have the key
to my heart
fit it in. Open me.
Repaint me to
the color of the
sky.
i am not.
but i could be
that door knob
come, come
you have the key
to my heart
fit it in. Open me.
Repaint me to
the color of the
sky.
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