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Her and Night
She screams like a microphone,
Loud, gripped, and filled with static.
Her heart beat against my hand,
A constant beat of the drummer boy,
Her words, incoherent.
Though they echo through my head,
As I give them my definition,
Her thoughts thunder against me.
But I'm lost in her,
And the distance is too great
Lust, Spreading through our limbs,
like a wildfire, uncontrollable!
It all ends?
In the final strike of a meteorite.
And the shower of stars,
that fall for us.
Loud, gripped, and filled with static.
Her heart beat against my hand,
A constant beat of the drummer boy,
Her words, incoherent.
Though they echo through my head,
As I give them my definition,
Her thoughts thunder against me.
But I'm lost in her,
And the distance is too great
Lust, Spreading through our limbs,
like a wildfire, uncontrollable!
It all ends?
In the final strike of a meteorite.
And the shower of stars,
that fall for us.
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