L’Amour du Loup

Never feel too good in crowds,
With folks around, when they’re playing
The anthems of rape culture loud,
Crude and proud creatures baying
All I’ve ever done is hide
From our times when you’re near me
Honey, when you kill the lights, and kiss my eyes
I feel like a person for a moment of my life

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