control

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silky strands, a dimmed shimmer

tickles, gentle, glitter nails

doin' it with Lana playing

little specks of streetlights

salted caramel I'm tasting

and skin herbal and heated, strong

oh

undone, undone, horizon a wide view

of oranges fading into pink, dark blue

golden specks behind blinded windows

buttons pushed- so rough and yet soft

keep my heart racing, racing,

stutt- ttering

this control I love to lose

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