Raw is my skin
From the repetitive
Friction, rubbing, beating
Heart
Raw is the emotion
From the constant
Ripping, aching, seeking
Soul
Love is blind
Forehead to floor,
A hidden treasure.
Jun 21, 2011
Jun 21, 2011 at 6:25 PM UTC
Raw is my skin
From the repetitive
Friction, rubbing, beating
Heart
Raw is the emotion
From the constant
Ripping, aching, seeking
Soul
Love is blind
Forehead to floor,
A hidden treasure.
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