I am starving and I want to feel my cheek rubbing against yours
the only cheek I want to feel against my cheek is yours
I am starving and around me things are drying
flourish me and show me you are trying
If I were to open my heart there will be a forest lying
dead leaves against the ground mortifying
flowers blooming and youth crying
hungry and dying
If I were to open your heart what there is lying...
we'll find a way that isn't terrifying
let me into the bliss of your soul
if only you could let me in
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