A solitude man who preached nothing but lust
A loving beau with an abudance of forgiveness
The duvet touched the skins
Yet the skins are inches apart
The air comes as a sultry relief
For the bed with nothing
But a stone cold weather
But a stone cold weather
Both bodies are wrapped
With nothing but loneliness
And souls that are
As good as dead
As good as dead
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