Moist foggy fingers
trailing
in the night
of dripping aches,
A world
born anew
hidden behind
cold dewy drapes.
The hand outstretched
ensnared
by the misty veils
that hypnotize,
I make believe
it's you
on the other side
of paradise.
trailing
in the night
of dripping aches,
A world
born anew
hidden behind
cold dewy drapes.
The hand outstretched
ensnared
by the misty veils
that hypnotize,
I make believe
it's you
on the other side
of paradise.
MS
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