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On the Tip of My Tongue
On the Tip of My Tongue
I think about it
All the time,
And all the time
It's on my mind,
Lapping at
Your luxury,
Sipping
Your uncovery;
For nothing
Ever slips aside
When nothing is there
Left to hide.
I think about it
All the time,
And all the time
It's on my mind,
Lapping at
Your luxury,
Sipping
Your uncovery;
For nothing
Ever slips aside
When nothing is there
Left to hide.
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