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so here i am again
strumming for your second arm
a hole smashed
open
white eyes
loose
*
i wear our love
in my throat
*
when wings are lovely
i touch skin
*
abracadabra
now you can trace me
through the glass
strumming for your second arm
a hole smashed
open
white eyes
loose
*
i wear our love
in my throat
*
when wings are lovely
i touch skin
*
abracadabra
now you can trace me
through the glass
1 Comments:
each of these is perfect
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