Breathing I can feel it.
I can want it.
Lust, breathing in and out in pain.
Nothing to hold onto, I may shatter if I do not.
Evening shall come, sooner or later.
Brisk air, neon pink sunset.
I will cry in your arms, I will give in to what you ask.
Because this world is ending,
No point in waiting anymore.
I can want it.
Lust, breathing in and out in pain.
Nothing to hold onto, I may shatter if I do not.
Evening shall come, sooner or later.
Brisk air, neon pink sunset.
I will cry in your arms, I will give in to what you ask.
Because this world is ending,
No point in waiting anymore.
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