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a smearing of galaxies
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2019-12-31
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my dream is to take you out for long days in the city
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in little dessert shops we can be found hiding
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curled up in the corner under a blanket, legs intertwined
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how cursed that it's my passions I can barely define
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wasting light in the evenings in the hot tub of someone
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slipping into each other's curves in the center of the sun
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as all the other stars in the galaxy fall into place around us
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please, my love, teach me the meaning of lust
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curtains close, sun sets, trapped in a frost giant's heart
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taunting shadows of futures that rip us apart
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I ask you to promise me tomorrow; you shake your head and refuse
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for who knows if tomorrow's the next thing that we'll lose
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my hands clench the steering wheel as your breath slowly weakens
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half-frozen exhales like deep-shining beacons
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past is immutable, changing nevermore
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but I am the worst keeper of my very own lore
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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