by Barnaby Fell

We wait to love like sexless angels;
to tear wings by feathers
'till we fall
to fuck like virgins
but this summer is a love-call
until fall

Oh God I feel so
God I feel so wasted
God I feel so wasted here
so here without her
I will not be anything
but wasted here without her
until fall

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