You make me ache in the pit of my soul.
And you go to my head like smoke.
And you drive me crazy like boogy-woogie-oogie.
And I'll kiss your face like tangerine.
And the clouds will devour us all.
And you could steal my sliver.
Fuck syllables. Fuck salivac.
Saliva flowing five-seven-five.
This myth is sex on fireworks.
Capture a moment in the simplest form,
and I just want to live.
And that is what it really boils down to.
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