Take my shaking hands and and bite my trembling lips. I see inspiration in your eyes, and find comfort in your embrace. A beginning so passionate in frightens me. Were just a couple of foolish bastards with vague dreams of brillance. I have but one caveat for you; the lows can be so extreme that the good seems fucking cheap. Pull my thoughts away from the darkness that they so often linger in, im weak but not giving in.
Take me, im yours.
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