clad in the stars with a bachelor's heart and a split lip leaking all of your secrets to the young earth. sweet candles streaming like tongues through the ancient; there goes Latin with the romance prose, our vessels sink. drew the sky terrible in cobalt ink.
i won't fall out. named for a town that went down in flaming vistas, cinnamon throats ablaze with passion. like fog by the road we were sharing the load, the dying embers forming blankets of hardened leaves crying 'survive another dawn, i won't fall out of love'.
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