Need you
need me
Just like my hips used to bleed your intials, and some kinda of blind hope.
My mind does now too.
Come over, we won't sleep, and we will dream,
our legs will burn
from red cabs chasing us till we fall right into the ground
into this demension. But it's always
going to be wonderful
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