Thirst

I will burn you like a cigarette
Little by little, my dear.

Hold you like a leech, and
Drink you, my love.

Until all the stars fade,
Sun grows old and cold,
I will love you, my heart.

I LIKE this. Squeezing it

I LIKE this. Squeezing it all out.

That's all I know...

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