Midnight Lambrusco

I want to drown in your river.
Sweet red blood, sweet red love. 
This pain is the only thing that makes me feel alive.
Melancholy tastes like angel-made summer wine when the darkness approaches me. 
Set ghosts free so we can be.
Shivers in the waters of Elysium.

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