our house
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Our house
come , comecome with mewhere I am nothing isI built this desolate housewhere everything comes to a haltenter this uncanny spacefilled with voidsstars of nothingnesscomewithout your clothes barefootwith lust burning in your chestcomebefore dinnerI use to dream about this placeof eternal desirewhere our urges would never cease to cravecrave for the unknownunexperiencedundoneI want to stay hereI want you to join meIt is a very big housewith zero bedroomszero bathroomsand zero rooms for relaxationno living roomsno studiosjust star roomswith moon, me and everything