Heavy.
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In a trance,
Lips wet and waiting.
Your always the one to leave.
Its cold,
You said.
My blood is cold.
Shivering in the sun,
You light me.
I hold me.
Breathing heavy.
The match is burning me,
As you remember things.
Sensual smiles,
Bleeding old thoughts.
I left.
And your still cold.
Our lips never stopped inviting warmth.
Im seeing you again.
Heavy bleeding,
Il remind you how to love again.