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Love grows in me like a tumor,
Parasite bent on devouring its host.
I'm developing my sense of humor
Till I can laugh at my heart between your teeth,
Till I can laugh at my face beneath your feet.

Skillet on the stove - it's such a temptation.
Maybe I'd be the lucky one that doesn't get burned.

Love tears me up like a demon,
Opens the wounds, and then fills them with lead,
And I'm having some trouble just breathing.