Between my heart and your brain well baby I think we've got it made. Like a bed.
Sheets, comforters, duvets.
To wrap our bodies and encase the longing within these veins.
Such pretty ugly things. Such dirty shiny entities writhing beneath the fabrics of everything. Pumping and humping within the cotton of this galaxy.
Hurry, hurry, hurry! while nobody is looking- take these hands and run away with me.
Into a tomorrow with no future; only dreams.
Only the transfigurations and mutations of our desires- only the flames of inner fires.
If I can't be your daughter I'll gladly donate this flesh for fodder. I swear.
I swear, between my heart and your brain the game doesn't even need to be played- we've already won; we are already winning. And now it is done.
This ending is our beginning.
Sheets, comforters, duvets.
To wrap our bodies and encase the longing within these veins.
Such pretty ugly things. Such dirty shiny entities writhing beneath the fabrics of everything. Pumping and humping within the cotton of this galaxy.
Hurry, hurry, hurry! while nobody is looking- take these hands and run away with me.
Into a tomorrow with no future; only dreams.
Only the transfigurations and mutations of our desires- only the flames of inner fires.
If I can't be your daughter I'll gladly donate this flesh for fodder. I swear.
I swear, between my heart and your brain the game doesn't even need to be played- we've already won; we are already winning. And now it is done.
This ending is our beginning.
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