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I must beg you, don't come near me;
you'll get your fingertips burnt,
you'll taste the blood on my lips,
your hands were never made to carry my sins,
you must stay away from me.

With you, the stars feel a whole lot closer; it's as if I reached my hands forward, I would be bathing in the moon's crescent light. I'm so lost in the euphoria of your embrace, that I have forgotten how high I have climbed, in a summer illusion I would soon have to erase. The sky is a long way to fall from, but if all I can do is to dim your light, then look away and set me afire, allow my ashes to fall slowly...