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My eyes to yours
like moth to a flame.
Your blame is mine,
like a fear on my skin

Your eyes to mine
like my soul to yours.
The way my tips itch
to feel you and me.

Join till the end of time
I can watch you grow
and live.
While I wither and die

Your head to my lap
like my eyes to yours
and your soul to mine.
Like moth and orchids

All four your eyes on mine
hold till my knees
wither and die.


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