their are snakes in the lavender fields, nursing off the shade
i became the girl becoming a black hole in the corner as everything about you consumes her.
i just wanted to feel the miles under my fingertips, the miles of lavender under my hands
ive been dreaming of you and I
standing at the top of the eiffel tower
mid winter, the lights of the blanketed city are blurred out like expired film
you are just brilliantly illuminated
it gets harder and harder to keep my hands off of you, and my heartbeat steady and slow at these heights
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