Caela Green
Locale Am
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it's 4 A.M., and my skin wants to crawl all over you
but you're strangling my dick with a friendship bracelet
so please let me in
sitting on my futon bed
sitting in my quiet room
i could fold into a lot of things
sitting on my futon bed
sitting in my quiet room
i could fold into you
she's in love with my radio
that broadcasts her alone
i'm in love with her gramophone
spinning me alone
can i be intangible, just for tonight?
i'll be desire, you be you
i'll hover about, telling tall tales of tangibility
and then i'll become one with you again
baby please let me in
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