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From your collar to mine
Nerves adrift and my diverging skin of landmines
I lost myself to an ocean of kindness
Oh my love would you look at the mess
Your face is a pillow full of laughter
Awakening the smiles of my inner daughter
As your tighs make my jaw sore
And your blood flow whispers to my ears
Your cold feet in my hands lest they're sore
I'm as wet as you are, I fear
Every throbbing wishbone might impale me
My head for you to use and see
About the Creator
Vili
Bitter patter

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