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You have eyes filled

With Friday evening's fire

Saturday afternoon's intention

And Sunday morning's confession

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Young Blood

There are so many songs I want to send you New ones I find That call you to mind And I wonder if your heart Still feels as young as it used to Sophie Ellis-Bextor - Young Blood

The Sweetest Death

Your poison berry So red and ripe Yearning to be picked Tempting to be tasted Knowing it ends in death Still I put you in my mouth

Stay here baby In these messy sheets With mouths Full of each other Let's ignore the day And linger For as long as we can No responsibilities But to revel in the pleasure We give one another Don't get up baby Everything You could ever want Or need Is right here Come back to bed

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