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quicksand
The salt of your skin is where I begin loathing the warmth that comes from with in into her eyes I claw to get in one spark of life to erase my sins the precious lips so berry sweet I charrish each kiss like a soul healing treat the curves of flesh that flow through the night lost in lust vampires delight every detail between each breath I steal like a thief demanding what's left one touch of your hand so soft and bland pulled me from this burning sand I don't regret my twisted past it lead me to this moment That slips I can't grasp I would live forever in it it's true because at this minute it's forever with you .
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