Savage

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How it came to this, still surreal,

I can feel the heat rekindling,

An addictive high above and through,

Brought about by savage needs.

You.

 

I need your gray morals and the impulsive nights,

I need your gray morals and the impulsive nights,

 

The smoke will fly in recompense,

And it rises high inΒ silhouette,

To take away myΒ thoughtfulness,

I need the gray morals and the impulsive nights,

 

Wild cats they want the best,

Even if it means an early death,

On the edge and glorious,

At the height of existence.

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