it wasn’t the same, love.
it was lonesome without your sight and embrace
the path I took,
was green and chill
abnormal summer breeze
just blew my heart frozen
something about this green romance
arouses me to you.
with love, lust, and a missing heart
wish you were here, love
dying to make love to you
behind the cold stone of Schonbrunn
between those green paths
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