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When I peel my body from yours; I'm left with a feeling That I shouldn't.. But still I am leaving. You, and my heart; To which I depart. Left with a feeling I burned at the start.
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Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 5:21 AM UTC
Sour Rinds.
When I peel my body from yours; I'm left with a feeling That I shouldn't.. But still I am leaving. You, and my heart; To which I depart. Left with a feeling I burned at the start.
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Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 5:21 AM UTC
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