Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers
Starts so soft and sweet and turns them to hunters

The fabric of your flesh, pure as a wedding dress
Until I wrap myself inside your arms I cannot rest
The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound
I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallowed ground...


moody-nature:
“Fast-flowing mountain stream // By Ezra Jeffrey”
wavypix:
“ultra - violet
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