And of all the
unbearable silences
His felt most
like death
A withering vine
that died halfway
up a castle wall
unbearable silences
His felt most
like death
A withering vine
that died halfway
up a castle wall
I was lost in a fever dream last night He kept growling something so sweetly in my ear what was it, what you said, I beg you to do it again...
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