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You took me to Moscow once,
we lay down in the coldness 
and you were bleeding out through your 
fingers.

I could never quite tell
if it was your blood 
or your love
that turned your face pale.

Take me to Moscow
once again, I plead,
and lay me once more in the bitter snow,
kiss me with lips
chapped from the wind.

I’ll tell you,
how I bleed out in your arms
and it feels like
I’m breathing bullets
that scar your flesh.

I’m bleeding through my fingers
and the snow stains red.

—  Take me to Moscow, my love, and lay me six feet beneath the earth with you // kirsty