I'm made up of instincts.
None of which are too keen.
But i get by with these high cheekbones, little faith in people or a higher being.
I'm a man with desires.
If i told you any different i'd be a liar.
As hard as i've tried i've found i can't deny myself those things that i want.
As last night turns into this morning
buried in your blankets
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