Still so desperate for your touch,
it screams under my skin.
I don't know how you sit in silence
with all these sirens.
I need you to rub my spikes down
They're peaking through.
Oct 11, 2024
Oct 11, 2024 at 2:46 PM UTC
Still so desperate for your touch,
it screams under my skin.
I don't know how you sit in silence
with all these sirens.
I need you to rub my spikes down
They're peaking through.
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