Follow me into the abysmal caress of infatuation and I will show you only one thing is lovely
Everything will disappear into the dark but one
Faintly lit it will be your only light and guide
one direction
Falling
You will feel the cold hand upon your back pushing...then shoving
Warmth seeks out no one, but is willing to be found selflessly
The fantasy is that it somehow wants you
That is but a dim, pretty light and forgotten
Give and you'll be found
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