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Touch the back of my hand. Feel that tremble. That simmering warmth radiating Into your palm. You do that. You bring that from within me. Control is all I know, And you make me lose it inside. I ache to scream about it from The fullness of my lungs. Unsettle it from under my skin. Just a chance. Just a change. Around and around the possibilities Swarm like thunder clouds Needing release. Finding bliss ©NDHK
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Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 3:21 AM UTC
Bliss
Touch the back of my hand. Feel that tremble. That simmering warmth radiating Into your palm. You do that. You bring that from within me. Control is all I know, And you make me lose it inside. I ache to scream about it from The fullness of my lungs. Unsettle it from under my skin. Just a chance. Just a change. Around and around the possibilities Swarm like thunder clouds Needing release. Finding bliss ©NDHK
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Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 3:21 AM UTC
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