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Twisting, turning through the vines
Beautiful flowers bloom and die
Thorns take blood as sacrifice
Feeding the bush of love and life

Velvet petals brushed upon lips
Embraced in a lovers hungry kiss
Nails drug deep across your back
Bleeding ecstasy from your veins

Passion or poison or maybe both
It tastes good just the same
For with these vines we bind ourselves
Entwined in love and pain