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End to Need
Light flows through the window
as my word's warm the page
With the sway of my pen him and
I spill into one another
Ink,raw upon my lips
voice in my hands
He was the crackling wick
and I was the melting wax
Pressing hard into the other
side of me
Gathering my pretty dirty parts
exactly how I like
Drunk hands inside my thoughts
there's no going back
We were an end to need
as my word's warm the page
With the sway of my pen him and
I spill into one another
Ink,raw upon my lips
voice in my hands
He was the crackling wick
and I was the melting wax
Pressing hard into the other
side of me
Gathering my pretty dirty parts
exactly how I like
Drunk hands inside my thoughts
there's no going back
We were an end to need
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