We kiss
the stars.
We writhe.
We are
your name
desire,
your flesh.
We are
cold, we’re so cold.
We are
so cold, we’re so cold.
[x2]
Your mouth,
these words,
silence.
It turns
humming.
We laugh.
My head
falls back.
Cold, we’re so cold.
We are
so cold, we’re so cold.
[x4]
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