Heat radiates out,
From the feet to neck.
Play to a comet.
Hand of glass and salt.
White Radiation,
Wakes on the moor.
Am I suppossed to be,
In love with this?
A quick and easy kiss,
Or endless fists.
Loud colour in your hair.
The White girl.
Work with a curved spine.
And a lonely guy.
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