Put your hands where I can see them.
You are soaking, out of breath
Did you come here looking for a reason?
Because, I regret, there's not one left.
You may take me for an angel,
but there's a devil in my soul.
With your fists around my heart,
it's just begging you let go.
Can you see my legs are shaking?
I'm trying not to run.
But this experiment is over.
I fear this is no longer fun.
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