Love letter # 23

C’mon you – let’s set fire to everything. Let’s dance where we’re not meant to. Let’s run through traffic. They can swerve around us.

I wanna feel the blood. I wanna feel your skin. I wanna know you every which way.

MOR is over – and this is the beautiful noise we smashed it with – every channel running hot. And here is the temple of our extravagance. Won’t you come inside?

C’mon – I know you wanna. You can fret about tomorrow tomorrow. By then we’ll be a million miles away.

You and me, my wild angel. You and breathless me.





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