I don't want to hurt you,
I just want to see what's inside
Pulsing, spinning, alive as the wind
Grinning as I explore the confines
They say you move like angels;
these doors must be closed
It's not going to hurt you,
you're only exposed.
Feb 5, 2013
Feb 5, 2013 at 8:53 PM UTC
I don't want to hurt you,
I just want to see what's inside
Pulsing, spinning, alive as the wind
Grinning as I explore the confines
They say you move like angels;
these doors must be closed
It's not going to hurt you,
you're only exposed.
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