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Snow Wolves

Poured into your arms Honey spilling from me Tasting sweet like fantasies I’m the flower that’s in season The butterfly that spreads her wings Catching dreams in cages with no release Ice castles and blankets of snow Not cold ‘cause you’re holding me close Tangled lips eating up the moon’s glow Slick roads, salted streets Sailing across the city's limits Indulging in frequencies Under the cloud of a midnight sheet Minutes last for hours While we listen to the others’ heartbeat Melting foreign memories Taping up boxes Pages from our bible stacked precisely Bank your betting odds Winners circle is where I’m meant to be Waging our affection like outlaws You’re just drowning in the way my laughs escape me While I watch you smiling endlessly This thing between you and me, comes so naturally

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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