Like snowfolks, I walk in the ice
In the search of something someone took
Awestrucking – is you, when I look
Panically, I epiphanically realize:
This is you, the blue sky of lust
The nectar-like goodness of the light
To be desperate, to yearn, to thirst
Gorgeous, perfected, alright.
Stay with me, this is all I need!
For we need love to live, to die
So stay with me! This is all I need!
…Though you’d be gone like graceful deeds.
The winds shall take you away it hurts
Somewhere to live and pretend
And there’s still that bump in my heart
For I love you in the end.
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