When we were
Like Love Birds
On Fire
In ice
Left unsure
Of
Her temperature
And then it was cold
And then it was hot
I must just get old
And insipid
Or something
And when I am told
I love you a lot
I must just be dumb
And too lost in the thought
Of
That Beautiful Dream
Without even trying
Awake with a scream
And it sounds
Like me dying
Interested in
Anything
To keep my flying
Lets lust
Learn
Trust
Seize
Burn
Become
Some sort
Of
Past
Smashed
With a dash
Of
How long can this last?
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