Haphazard Wrist
Where are we to scatter the ashes when our flesh meets fire in the crematorium
For my ode forgery is the forbidden romance of the sky and the sea
Today I've decided to run the marathon of my past lovers
Ply my sinful body against thee
And when day draws the curtains and decides to love in the dark
I find myself writing about lust
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