A moth, to the, flame that you hold. Take me, to the depths, of the coldest unknown. One time. Or two. I still long to be with you. I am. A man. At twenty six. But I am not really sure, I think you know. I’m sure I lied, is that okay?

1. S/B
Lets Do It
Again
LIFE OF A DYING POET

2. door-image
I am.
A moth,
to the,
flame that you hold.
Take me,
to the depths,
of the coldest unknown.
One time.
Or two.

3. I got to be honest,
I know.
The words you say,
are sometimes,
not the truth.
This will never end.
No.
Lets do it again

4. I never get sick of sleeping
in with you.
I can never get enough
kisses from you.
Lets do it again.
Lets do it again.
Lets do it again.

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6. Keep In
Touch

7. Keep In
Touch

8. Thank
You
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