This dream is mixed in the clouds.
Because it's a black vaccum that's emptying this
light.
I tried to tug at you, but if you only knew, that what
I want from you is such a sacred idea.
If it was simple, I wouldn't whimper.
We decide to slide and luckily there's alibis.
But, to live with this way that it turns into, pulls
my soul and makes it cold like Winter.
I dream of kissing you with ease, without the
affected tides of society's disease.
So sorry that I want to possess you, if this is my
fallacy, it 's just because I'm not quenched in my
feelings for you.
You run and you hide, it's alright you have your
alibis.
The masters know what's best, you seem to some-
how think it's true. But, what about you know
who?
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Submission Name: You know who
