head pressed against yours
channel hope to skull
longing fingers fold
you bob, a buoy
to which i cling
drifting off for good
tear-conditioned hair
dark matter matted matters
you've never been
so small but then
we've never been this close
he's still there, I know
It's only right
that's how our story goes
I'll never know you
quite like him
but I will be there still
it's bad, so bad!
but I won't stop
endeavor for the pleasure
you're no good
you'll never be
that's why i love you so
four years to build this
blueprint blasphemy
no endgame or escape
you spill, I'm willed
back to your breast
I nestle there forever
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