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There are true and exact words
that always lead back to you. 
Take your breathing for example,
that exact whisper you exchange
builds and grows up until
you ask for permission 
My neon lover
all roads lead back to you. 
Nicotine fingertips 
trace My brokenness 
I hide inside, 
just not from you. 
You love how My cologne
it reminds you of footsteps
knowing exactly where I’ve been
against this session
I rest My palm to your ass
each and every time
I make love to you
the sensation we sink under
its 2am and should be dark
your neon glow 
highlights our freedom
to give in 
and let go.