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a cold wind brought you to me
January suddenly generous
an old friend, flickering flame
never stamped out despite best intentions
fill each other in
painting with our skin
hey you, won't you be my exception?
we're both here
and who needs to know what we're thinking?
this black and white's blurry when we're both in bed
so be my exception and hold
be my exception and hold me instead
we touch, bodies clandestine and feverish
grasping at secrets
we kiss, lips breaking bonds, sinking ships
we're waving our white flag
long held, bottled up
could never have enough
we've been here before
knocking at danger's door
lost, defiant
there's no moving on
we've sped past all right and wrong
no denying the weather
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