>Carnival Carnate

3:30 PM

>child sweet
kiss these my lips of wine
drunk on each other
spinning a web on an endless cloud of dreams
falling down into
luxury, lust
calling our names
swimming and
calling your name
we're on clouds of roses
beds of white
do angels sing
seemed so when you
eyes only talk
hands only walk
these lips so mute just said what
we don't have to
tongue-tied murder
hung first degree
we're a crime
illegal and crude
god how you kill
two stars born
two stars dead
come alive again
will you come again

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