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Second hands to midnight.

You're so sex it sells. 

It pants and it swells to be in you. 

What if I never break? 

Fees to be free to begone and never to be free 

to belong to you. 

Your being so thickle these hands so ticking away. These second hands that fray, 

these hands that bleed. 

These hands that need to be needed. 

To be the sun. 

To the the one to die for you,

 again. 

I'm so raw and you're so war. 

I'm the death that becomes you. 

Your lips the shore I am the ocean crashing down upon you. 

These second hands to midnight. 

These tainted hands to touch you. 

Might not be right but I only want to wrong you. The long kiss goodbye, forever goodnight is to be longing for you. 

Forever your might. 

Second hands to midnight.