Will I see you again?
So thin, stretched across the ocean
Your body’s not on mine
Can’t turn a blind eye
My body’s dominated by
A ritual life line
(): Too young for love
Carol tree can’t see me
Too young for love
You kiss me completely
I try to replace you
Night light/life without bright lose
Your body is my shrine
To celebrate a nothing
My body won’t be kind
Another invitation
All your
Is all I dream of
These eyes
Become
Always speak of
All your
Is all I dream of
These eyes
Become
All I think of

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