By Calle and Lindsay

this space
whispers of coldness
a shiver travels through my heart
like the taste of your breath
deep down into my depths
the sound of our steps ring out
yet we are walking on sand
they send me to sleep out of fear
still I go on searching
in my dreams
I am reasoning the need to be faithful
I sense your shadow
and I am reasoning the feeling that I should be grateful
smiling wide
a grin so contrived
dressed in a flame
warm yet alone
the dream is dead
if you touch me again
I am leaning toward the hateful

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