Once loved me

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The warmth from your body is faltering to a cold spree.

Please call me crazy again.

And then return to my side and place your hands on my waist.

Bruise them with your fingertips.

Pepper your love all over my delicate, thin skin.

'cause I feel that we've ran out of fuel for our love.

I'll only visit your arms in my dreams, and soon enough, you'll fade into air particles I thought loved me at some point.

Haven't been editing my shit lately so there's that lol

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