water never thirsts

queens boulevard has the best intentions

it spends its days looking up skirts and reflecting on the sun

i have an itch that requires your stiletto nails do their work

across my broad perspective

 

our skin is made of sunshine

and the light will let us get lost in each other

i do not want knowledge of where you start and i begin

i want that to be indistinguishable

bring down the curtain

and let us get lost among its folds

see me for who you are

open up your butterfly doors

heavy hitter

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