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I subject myself, My will Unto your caring hands. My spinal cord Is simply a Pedestal for your patella. Let the grains of sand Slip between your fingers, My time runs on your own accord. How can I be of assistance, All I want is to be yours.
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May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 3:49 PM UTC
What (I Think) Love Feels Like
I subject myself, My will Unto your caring hands. My spinal cord Is simply a Pedestal for your patella. Let the grains of sand Slip between your fingers, My time runs on your own accord. How can I be of assistance, All I want is to be yours.
love, crush, freestyle, suffering, longing, imagery
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andrew-kelly
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May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 3:49 PM UTC
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