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Let Me Down
Want to be alone,
craving its comfort, craving is comfort.
Moist; chilled skin,
a sick drop within the twists.
Let me pick my teeth up,
excuse all my thumbs.
Take it all play it off,
show me what I'm made of.
craving its comfort, craving is comfort.
Moist; chilled skin,
a sick drop within the twists.
Let me pick my teeth up,
excuse all my thumbs.
Take it all play it off,
show me what I'm made of.
Published 25th May 2012
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