In this space,
this whirlwind,
this planet.
In this space,
this city,
this building.
In this house,
this bedroom,
this bed.
Between this moonlight,
this window,
these sheets.
You can't escape your own heartbeat.
As if it's like I'd try.
You can't escape your own heartbeat.
As if it's like I'd try.
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