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The moon is throbbing above the roof.
I can feel it in my bones.
And I’m aching to let it go.
I’ve cut the vein of dawn and it’s spilling crimson
In my lap, iris eclipse.
Slow, warm, burn.
Melting into you somewhere beneath me.
Here we are in the carnival
Bleeding through the velvet.
I can feel it in my bones.
And I’m aching to let it go.
I’ve cut the vein of dawn and it’s spilling crimson
In my lap, iris eclipse.
Slow, warm, burn.
Melting into you somewhere beneath me.
Here we are in the carnival
Bleeding through the velvet.