As you browse through my blood
and know my limits,
and I wake up in the middle of the day
to sleep in your memory
and you fury of my patience for me, tell me what the hell I
,
why I need you,
who you are, silent, alone, walking,
reason for my passion,
why I want to fill just about me, and abarcarte
, acabarte,
mixed up in your hair and you're only home
against the beasts of oblivion. I
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