2 January 2008
i stay inside my bed
i have lived so many lives all in my head
and don't tell me that you care
there really isn't anything now, is there?
you would know, wouldn't you?
you extend your hand to tho
You were my first love
The earth moving under me
Bedroom scent, beauty ardent
Distant shiver, heaven sent
I'm the snow on your lips
The freezing taste, the silvery sip
I'm the breath on your h
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