Spilling vampire wine up six floors, her doors were always open, in the evening shades of midnight grace place me there in memory.
You see, she's come to conquer my noonday sunshine, excite me with methods so divine, thats fine with me. She locks my gaze on her way out, a shouting silhouette of uncertain doubt. Aids in my struggle, the drive, the climb, and helps me to arrive on time.
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