I want you to be happy
My hands sing when they run through your face, your neck, and your breasts
My body remembers your lips in the morning
I am drunk on your breath and hazy when you are dancing this way
Oh, the way you dance, the way I fall in deeper
You are my lover, not my sister, and not a stranger anymore
And where the hell is the full moon this
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