love is sick.

love is sick and sick was love;
give me hearts or give me drugs;
I need passion and ecstasy;
absinence in one..two...three...
hold my hand and hold my purse;
the Wiched Witch has had me cursed;
I enjoy your deep blue eyes
so would you die with me tonight?

V.

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