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What's About To Come
your red dawn rubs against my gentry
and I'm alive
awoken
from the malbec of night
drifting
i swim into your catacombs
frosted in light
my backdrop
your nook
as I suck on the virtues of life
what i feel
is that you're open
to hold
me, a tin can
relentless, receptacle
kicked around
and down
a bosom of need
followed
your hunger
my greed
bubbling blood
sweeping inside
more than urges
blessed
moments to come
succumbing to an utter whirlwind
we blow
breath sliding slowly into one another
staring off into the stars
the future
we don't blink
we are no longer blind
my hands rub
against an ass of a lifetime
oblivious
to the past
or what's about to come
my eyes look closely
and kiss you deep
etching a memory
longingly
forever in my mind
and I'm alive
awoken
from the malbec of night
drifting
i swim into your catacombs
frosted in light
my backdrop
your nook
as I suck on the virtues of life
what i feel
is that you're open
to hold
me, a tin can
relentless, receptacle
kicked around
and down
a bosom of need
followed
your hunger
my greed
bubbling blood
sweeping inside
more than urges
blessed
moments to come
succumbing to an utter whirlwind
we blow
breath sliding slowly into one another
staring off into the stars
the future
we don't blink
we are no longer blind
my hands rub
against an ass of a lifetime
oblivious
to the past
or what's about to come
my eyes look closely
and kiss you deep
etching a memory
longingly
forever in my mind
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