His Eve
if the water keeps rising this way and the lights keep shining like this, i vow to be his true Eve
if his lips keep feeling this familiar on mine and if he keeps erasing another's touch by the stroke of his hand on my cheek, i vow to be his Garden of Eden even though temptation burns up my blood stronger than any vow
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