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soaking myself on a rose petals at my bathtub for three hours trying to make up the confusion that i feel they say that falling is inevitable and my 2 AM sorrows has no value at all but allow this astral heart to understand why i adore your chapped lips and cracked body i taste transparency in your tongue but i let your hands command me i feel intoxicated with the way your flaxen wings create magnificent stories that are never heard by deities you said you'd kill to reach my fingertips but i crumble everytime i touch you
the truth is you're sinking deep in my skin again, our sighs SCREAMING SOLITUDE. it's the reality reminding me that we are both unclear.
