Abstinence For Rp
Each day you become more beautiful to me
I drinking more of loneliness
And you drinking more of the sun's sweet milk
As though through a glass behold
Your cream turning to the desired gold
Your songs softening into silk
I would drink you and find true happiness
But could not exist after your history
So let me pine and claim another joy
The joy of longing that make you sweet
Or race the heart at the sound of your feet
While our love finds opportunity behaving coy.
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