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My hands, your hands,
We're a tangle of bodies,
Sweating, loving,
Burning with passion.
Like a fire ablaze,
Like an endless abyss
Of foreign ecstasy.
I try to figure you out,
Put you together slowly,
Like pieces of a puzzle.
A thousand skies lit up tonight,
As we lay underneath the stars.
A thousand deaths I've died,
A thousand lies I've lied,
As we lay beside one another.
So I put you together a little faster,
To escape this web of lies
We've woven together.
You're like the sky,
You change colours,
You turn grey,
You storm, you settle.
Your rain down on me,
With all your love and all your rage.
You're endless,
And I could get lost in your space.
So I map you out carefully,
Tip-toe around the edges,
So I don't fall off
And find myself, all over again
In this mesh work of falsehoods we've mastered,
Dying a thousand deaths every day,
Only to relive a thousand lies in every possible way.