let’s kiss like the walls are closing in
our hearts young and feral
racing against the full moon
you taste like burn scars and lemons
like a sad gray day that makes you feel whole
in the most lonesome way
let’s kiss like the walls are closing in
our hearts young and feral
racing against the full moon
you taste like burn scars and lemons
like a sad gray day that makes you feel whole
in the most lonesome way
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