Love?
can you
follow me
to the end of the earth
the edge of the wall
and at the end of the week
will you
strip down
the walls we make
let out the pain
the sorrow and the mask
lift your eyes from the ground my dear
your lips
my skin
and when we go
we go together
the open air fresh on my skin
your hot breath lets me sleep
sound like a child
But when we are alone
I cannot speak
so close th something
so far from you
touch my cheek and i lose
my
mind
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