call me yours in music stained without your words call me yours in the lips on my ankle sucking a viper's venom a summer love dead in drought call me as you turn before i reach the light
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NEPTUNE BURNS
Poetryyou once asked why i never felt good enough to love you, this is why All rights reserved ©️2018 immortalitatis- cover by the lovely @hurtcopain
