immersed in a overcast sunday
lazy and unregarded
feeling springs' sticky sweet kiss
dangerously
tickle my feet
ripe and warm
it tangles you up
like a cocoon
can you claw your way out?
i've got the hunger
i've got the itch
need a fix
reservations smashed
i need the grit
you underneath my fingernails
your sweat on my lips
my blood hot enough
to start a fire that shakes the devil
breaking rules
painting the sky red
with desire
it glows and yearns
lusting for the future
the wind takes away the cold
draws me out of my shell
draws me out of my hell
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