Put me on your assembly-line.
Manufacture me limb by limb.
Make me transparent to all of the pain I used to know,
love me like the back-beat to your favorite songs,
let your passion move me,
and I will
do the
same.
Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 8:58 AM UTC
Put me on your assembly-line.
Manufacture me limb by limb.
Make me transparent to all of the pain I used to know,
love me like the back-beat to your favorite songs,
let your passion move me,
and I will
do the
same.
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