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Your hands set my skin on fire, Burning my flesh into something You can easily mold.
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Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 11:30 PM UTC
Your Hands
Your hands set my skin on fire, Burning my flesh into something You can easily mold.
Please don't change me into something I don't want to be.
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Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 11:30 PM UTC
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