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Pillow talk
Damn my dreams that dare so bold. They give you back
For me to hold. In the longest night you've no right to come into my closed eyes' sight. Gone so long that now it's wrong to dream your name or hear your song. My body has forgotten but these memories Ill-gotten still rob my mind as my lips rub but cotton.
For me to hold. In the longest night you've no right to come into my closed eyes' sight. Gone so long that now it's wrong to dream your name or hear your song. My body has forgotten but these memories Ill-gotten still rob my mind as my lips rub but cotton.
Published 3rd Sep 2020
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