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Your venom hurts my heart but I can’t stop
I want to bottle it up and hold it through the night
The presence of the simple sunlight
Blinding us, sharing the spirit under a vineyard
This is our alcoholic affair, where you are free
Soaring through my skies, where you are mine

Think of me, bleaching every painful memory
History so strong poisoning your heart
A silk touched kiss or a destructive one raising animal instincts
Both given at the right time, burning desires alive
This is our story, where you are an escapee
Abducted by my arms, where you are mine