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Mar 2019
Cover up your skin
Those who abandon us wear us neatly thin
The only way to win is to fill your empty heart
I will give you what I don’t have as it is who we are
Cover up your skin
Hear the singing bowl or the mountain stream
If we blend, what could it all mean?
You and I or one and the same
Cover up your skin
From blonde to black
If you hide from me
I will always find you in my dreams
Cover up your skin
The crow cries in the trees
Its tears sing a repeating melody
The wind always blows you back to me
Cover up your skin
The last bit of flesh I want to see
Underneath the art you can bleed
And I will taste it, but not for free
stream of consciousness love music
Frankie Gestone
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Frankie Gestone  32/M/Brooklyn
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