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Lust and Pretty Places
There's no more
pretty places for me to rest my head.
How can I keep going on
when I'd rather be dead?
I'd rather be in your arms
a prettier place than this.
I'd rather be with you
falling asleep in your kiss.
There's no more pretty kisses
It's all just my lust.
Screaming, alone, silent.
Desiring to be shut up.
I know this is true. I love you and I wish I could be with you