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it's not wretched, not if it's you
sing, sing to me
the fire in your throat is burning,
i can feel it
in the way i kiss your neck,
lover stay, i don’t say, but stay
we can cry together, be like me
underneath the speckled sky,
unhumbled by the few stars,
but instead great and wide
unending is the darkness
be contented can you?
look at me, looking at you
as i push back a salty tear
I can hold you, do the wretched work
of staying by you,
which would not be wretched at all,
but life.
