The other six days of the week are unecessary.
Everyone knows my name it feels like, except you.
Moon set
All alone
Listening to the heart throb hurt love music of this generation
Cut crystals
Stab my heart
Vibrating skin
What is there to say?
Spoiler alert: nothing, nothing and more nothing
Lay alongside me
Not touching
Knowing you're there
Is enough
I think
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