wednesdays // kalon

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i want you to regret everything
you've loved before me and lost
        i want everything else besides me
        to lose their eesome ways
        everything you write aureate of me
                and the sillage of when i go outside
                without you to burn as if the sun was in your hands

as all your promises will be mine
        mine will be yours and i will walk between these 
                valleys
        with you and when this world burns apart
           i will follow you to the stars

and despite my lustful appearence desired from your eyes
        to the thrust of your hips and wrists to mine
   i want you to be inside my minds, hold my thought's hands
            be in my nightmares, and stir my dreams

                there is no condition you've put me in
                        so i must ask you put yourself in the same

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