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come home to my heart

to a person who is so close but fades away everytime i take a step further

midnight,

my palms over the city

of the doomed and beautiful beings.

there's no escape,

the ideas of leaving is distant

as your gaze in the soft dimming lights

instant,

you're holding my hand tightly,

every breath on my neck is warming,

and your spell

quite sincere and tender

as soon as we towards the curtain

rough skin of a peach color

bathe in it's own brilliance.

intoxicated kissing,

warmth reaching the gut,

tornado of passionate feelings

midnight,

my palms over the city

of the doomed and beautiful beings.

we escape to our lonely houses,

in the morning we'll be alright,

but at least i will find it pity

when you wouldn't come home to my heart