Stuck Together Torn Apart
Morphed and changed a thousandfold, yet still the same.
Wednesday, February 7, 2018
We got to lose it...
Downtown we let it go,
sunset high and our bodies low.
Blood rush in the hazy glow,
my hands, your bones.
Loose up we break the scene,
one step deep as you fall to me.
Heart clap, we skip a beat -
count one, two, three.
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