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Love You Too Much
A clock ticking inside of a wall.
My skin senses ,
emotionless coldness.
Osculation is nonexistence.
Our love is barren.
November sky,
silenced by debris formed.
Breathless chasing to catch a fire,
to be tickle with warmness again.
Our passion is exhaust,
liquid sunshine drowning it out .
Redundant love,
overabundant secluded dark hours.
I want to cover it up with makeup,
paint over whats left of us.
Don't want to retire too soon,
let our silhouette dance to the rising moon.
I know your soul I will never touch,
but still I love you too much.
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My skin senses ,
emotionless coldness.
Osculation is nonexistence.
Our love is barren.
November sky,
silenced by debris formed.
Breathless chasing to catch a fire,
to be tickle with warmness again.
Our passion is exhaust,
liquid sunshine drowning it out .
Redundant love,
overabundant secluded dark hours.
I want to cover it up with makeup,
paint over whats left of us.
Don't want to retire too soon,
let our silhouette dance to the rising moon.
I know your soul I will never touch,
but still I love you too much.
© All Rights Reserved
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