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I fear this beautiful thing has been scarred by desire. your depths beckon. heedless of peril, I smile - and in; down, down, I dive. we die younger every day. invincible - clocks running backwards to save us. and your cool waters so inviting, ready to pull me in. I drink not for fear that I should drown. and as your tide calls, I resist throwing myself from the rocks - this time - I will make you come to me. I will wait for the rain to feel you on my skin instead of diving in. |
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you are too beautiful to say goodbye to. wait for me, and miss me, darling, because I am always coming back. |