The spinning blades lull
Breathing over hot skin
Pushing back heat like a shaggy blanket
I ask you if it’s over
You tell me it never started
We both look at the screen
And laugh
i am a philosopher of eternal thought
The spinning blades lull
Breathing over hot skin
Pushing back heat like a shaggy blanket
I ask you if it’s over
You tell me it never started
We both look at the screen
And laugh
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