Chocolate November

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November night

It's cold outside

The rain is cold too.

It warms my soul,

It's sound, morphine,

The stitches gotta bloom.

Black birds flying above my head

I have nothing to lose,

The Death it's gonna be my muse

No dreams about it.

Red cheeks and lips, divine

Don't ever trust those hazel eyes

A cracked voice, my hands just tremble,

Fantastic taste, Chocolate November.

©iDamass2020