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You Only Hold my Hand

 

when the city is dark and night becomes delirious

when your brain is swimming in a toxic pool of elation

when we waltz down King Street with stars

                           spinning and burning above our heads

when the night comes to an end and all the disco lights splatter

                           across the floor, spinning round and round

                           singing ‘Just Like Heaven’ by the The Cure

when sweat from our bodies transfers and I peel the layers

                           of your onion soul.

You only hold my hand to mask those demons you carry around

                           so beautifully