How many brilliant as well as dark moments
Have I cried for you,
Have I dreamed of dying for you
So that I can feel your fresh breath on my grave?
Touch me with your hands
Move your fingers over my ribs
I will sing for you insanely like a harp
And you will hear your own song
moving through me like bullet of love.
Radiant one
Skies beam with intoxication right now
I stand here feeling this glory with all of me.
Touch me with your hands today.
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