past//present

[there's-a-war-in-my-mind]

hand in hand, through the meadow we turn
while clouds congress above
(hazy summer days were when i learned
i'd rather fall in lava than in love)

i shield my eyes from the glaring sky,
by love your face is lit
(a memory of when your heart was mine,
i think i'd like to drown in it)

i can still trace the contours of your face
in the lines of my palms
(my body aches for your embrace
but my mind doesn't need a man)

[milo]

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