staring at the sun in the dark of night
mywrds: when you close your eyesand thinkof all the killers thatyou’ve kisseddoes your heart slow downits beator does it racea little bitthe marks they leftupon youthe marks you wishthey hadthe nights of emptylongingthe days of tearsyou hadand then you settlesoftlyfor just a handto holdnot breathless heatand hungernot wishes thatwere bolddo dreams returnto killersdo wishes ever […]
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