midnight.
Strings of my veins
Attached to my heart
My body, longer in reigns
Cut apart
You are infatuation
Dressed in black lace and carpet burn
Each scratch is a celebration
Watching and waiting to learn
It’s not easy
Learning something spiritual
Exhausted yet dreamy
The sound of your voice is lyrical
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