you're the sunlight on snow
revealing the ground beneath
two feet without shelter sinking slowly
i picture your body and i want to riot
doubtlessly slaughter all other thought
functioning addict when i write to you
every word prettier than the last
climbing towards you
she's the maker of sunrise
and the master of my eyes
shutting them when i sleep
if i'd known it'd be this bright here
i'd have never stopped dreaming
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