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my shoulders somehow feel like shaking.
trippin in my mind, my body's in motion
when i'm standing quietly still, approaching commotion,
shocked by the way that we feel.


i could call him vampire, but a vampire's cheap; he's more.
i would've called him ghost if i knew he's less than wind going up and down my spine.
wind that holds me up with his arms, with his hands, with his fingers, on his chest.
don't kiss me, i might wake up.
he took my sanity like thieves take away money from the poor, heartless.
i don't want it back. it feels good. it feels éphémère .
i want to stare into his soul, bathed in his emptiness, forever.
now run away with my time, with my space. cause you made me love.
make me lose everything but you.

Honeythief - Halou