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This quiet compulsion-

Hello.



It is the necessity of a soul,

To know you live,

To know you may die.

It is that limbo that man craves.



I am here, I am here,

I beat,

I am here.



Oh enemy,

You sweet desire of mine,

My delicate bedfellow.



I send my regards to the sweetness,

To the bitterness,

It is wine to my lips,

It is crimson to my soul.



My heart, how you terrify.