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The secret longing for your body pressed against mine,
Solemn whispers out of lips I have yet to hear, or feel.
All I want is our happy ending, of nights spent dimly,
embracing under the summer moon, locusts buzzing.
Can you be my downfall?
Will you be the dried blood on the front stair?
I never wanted anything less than the sound
of a footstep I'll never hear.
Solemn whispers out of lips I have yet to hear, or feel.
All I want is our happy ending, of nights spent dimly,
embracing under the summer moon, locusts buzzing.
Can you be my downfall?
Will you be the dried blood on the front stair?
I never wanted anything less than the sound
of a footstep I'll never hear.