Switch the color
Change the filter
I can’t see you
I never will
Trip the ambience
Flip the line
Take it in and get your fill
Where does it all go?
All that I won’t show
Bleed it out of me
Bleed it out of me
Feel the lust
That which we trust
There is something still
Touching you again
(April 5th)
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