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he whispered "once you've crossed some lines, you'll only keep crossing them," so i crossed my fingers, and i crossed my heart but once his body heat’s cooled on the bedding beside me, and the dent of his head is gone from the pillow, and the warmth of the wine is just gone.. once his smile has faded, and my eyes have gone jaded, and the candle we lit is reduced to a puddle of wax on the floor... it's just like last time, and like times before. i'll only want more, and i'll only want more.