xvii | its just a fantasy

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this city's too small for the two of us
you, with constellations in the specs of your eyes
and me, a black hole too big to not overflow mine

this city's too boisterous for the two of us
you, with a melodic tune that wraps every fiber of your being
and me, with such a contorted roar
enough to overwhelm you
but never to take you

this city's too pure for the two of us
but how can that be,
when you look like a feather amongst rocks?

the city's too small for a fallen angel
and a devoted lover
come with me, my love

there's no salvation for you now

inspired by vixx - fantasy

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