Smells like Heaven. Smells like cold. Your smell freezes my nose.
Your view jumps inside my heart. Your eyes smile inside my dreams.
My words are real inside a mirror - on a parallel world, that nobody can see, or feel, or judge..
My happiness is born inside of you, then you must just take three steps to kill me.
My breath dies inside of you.
Dies.. Inside.. Of you.

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