theres a place beside my nighttime
where no locales defined
fiction feels, distance is blind
time is ours and you are mine
im your raven-haired lustable
and we've the sheets for comfortable
weave you with me, just unfold
behold us; tangible, touchable.
undercover under covers, we understand
that taste in our time spent shan't be bland
spend it bending and blending mending hands
give power to choice, leave none to chance
dance with me and romance my dreams
stop the sun from bleeding, melt with me
tell tales of lovers spells to sing
in Sleepytown, where i'd pay, bet, buy, steal and sell to be.
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