26 September, 2011

Warn your warmth to turn away
Here it’s December, everyday (small girlish echo:I like that)
Press your lips to the sculptures
And surely you’ll say (love like winter)
For of sugar and ice, I am made, I am made

It’s in the blood, it’s in the blood
I met my love before I was born
He wanted love. I taste of blood
He bit my lip, and drank my warmth
From years before, from years before

She exhales vanilla lace,
I barely dreamt her yesterday (yesterday)
With the lines on the mirror through the lipstick tray
(Por siempre)
She said, “It seems you’re somewhere, far away"
To his face.

Love Like Winter

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