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.
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I LIKE this. Squeezing it
I LIKE this. Squeezing it all out.
That's all I know...