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Breathing hard. Static on the line. Ill never get enough.
Emptiness of telephonic sex.
I imagine you undressing and i can barely stand.
Turn down the lights.
Your mouth turns me to rust.
So lets unwind.
you cant escape the hotline.
Take your picture. Bite you on the neck. Its all i wanna do.
Secretly romancing the recluse.
There is no touch. I am dead inside. This is all thats left.
Where are you now?
I need your voice.
Ive been wrapped up tight and spending all my nights...
Theres not enough.
You cant stop now Im almost there.