NEW DROP! Perfume of wilted, whispered grace. My rhythm bends the dark to will. So spin me, haunt me, call it fate,
A chaconne born too late to wait. Drunk on dusk, so chaconne again, let shadows sway. (#JAKE)

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ㅤㅤㅤBlinding lights, they scar my gaze,
ㅤㅤㅤBut I would watch you for all my days.
ㅤㅤㅤIf pain is proof of love’s design,
ㅤㅤㅤThen let me hurt, and call it mine.

So wait a minute—don’t let go. Love me now, through fire and snow. If I’m to fade, then let me stay. As a whisper near you, night and day.
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