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Delicate
I feel so delicate in the face of recconing
I have already forgotten what you feel like
Your hands on my waist and the whispers
And I am started to feel as though I am
Unworthy of recieving that warmth
Lift my bones
Lift them high into the air
Until i can see it all correctly
I have already forgotten what you feel like
Your hands on my waist and the whispers
And I am started to feel as though I am
Unworthy of recieving that warmth
Lift my bones
Lift them high into the air
Until i can see it all correctly
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