Crowning of a heart, textures and shades A bitter London night on the motorway You looked so divine, back in the seat Wicked desires ablaze in me Back inside the house, into the room Watching as the lights slowly fade from view Couldnt even talk, what could you say? Every thought just racing away Crowning of a heart, textures and shades Crescents in her eyes as we gazed away
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