Can you feel the wind of venus on your skin?
Can you taste the crush of a sunset’s dying blush?
Stars will always hand in summer’s bleeding veils
Can you feel the rings of saturn on your finger?
Can you taste the ghosts who shed their creaking hosts?
But seas forever boil, trees will turn to soil
Stars will always hand in summer’s bleeding veils
But seas forever boil, trees will turn to soil
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