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Oh lover

Sweet passionate need of mine

Take my dense achings and run away

Fly away with them

We are fragile

and yet we eat angel's wings for breakfast

Hot hot beat pulse

burned a hole through my shirt

I'll barricade the scars

and I'll break apart to give you what

I have given no other

Because fierce are the moments

And fierce are the candied dreams

Sweet with the victory of your presence

I will be waiting