Don't Hate Yourself For Loving Me

'Cause six has been well cooked, heartache has actual shape, the damp papers touching fingertips, midnight whispers in dark.
Shhh, no, you're not. Ship relic (? b.c.). You, forever, innocent, love is pure. Free, never been so free, you received.

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