You

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Late night. Dark. Silent.
Sitting alone, no purpose.

My thoughts wander,
Those of your touch
Pulling me under

The pretty stars on the sky in your eyes
Your lips just like drugs,
But acces' restricted
Your voice just like honey,
Got me addicted
If only you were mine...

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