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How'd that song start? Guitar wail, bass purr, getting louder, then the drums. Everything's together now, the song can start.
His voice would come in soon, the one that make's angels cry and touch themselves, the same time, sometimes. If he could do that to angels then it was little wonder that Kimi always ended up writhing in her tear-damped bed, her hand not compensating for a much needed lover.
Ah, her favorite part. Kiss me, please kiss me, she prayed to an empty, silent room. But out of desire, not compensation. She'd accept no pity. She craved touch, she needed it like air to a drowning soul. She wouldn't take it, though, if it came with sympathy.
The church bells, so appropiate. Did she say that this would never happen to her? If she did then she had been lying to herself; she wasn't as strong as they though. The church bells that echoed outside her window, chiming, burning, calling to all those damn angels while ignoring her.
Slow the tempo, smooth the voice, quiet, quiet, silence.
His voice would come in soon, the one that make's angels cry and touch themselves, the same time, sometimes. If he could do that to angels then it was little wonder that Kimi always ended up writhing in her tear-damped bed, her hand not compensating for a much needed lover.
Ah, her favorite part. Kiss me, please kiss me, she prayed to an empty, silent room. But out of desire, not compensation. She'd accept no pity. She craved touch, she needed it like air to a drowning soul. She wouldn't take it, though, if it came with sympathy.
The church bells, so appropiate. Did she say that this would never happen to her? If she did then she had been lying to herself; she wasn't as strong as they though. The church bells that echoed outside her window, chiming, burning, calling to all those damn angels while ignoring her.
Slow the tempo, smooth the voice, quiet, quiet, silence.
