Of Sand And Sulfur

Blood Has Been Shed 4 0 166 0
I know we have been here before Countless times engaged In an empty embrace Your every word teh touch of satin Everything you do is a cold blade in my ribs Leaving me breathless Suffocating my thoughts And I am helpless to your beauty My eyes and woulds are still weeping Let it dry up so I can fly again Biting my tongue in hopes that words Of weakness don't escape Counting the days Counting the moments To dream of you again Waiting always waiting

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