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Bring it in, this little shaking plight. I'll own it, gladly. Lay it down on these linen sheets, It is this linen I shall wrap us in, Forever. Bring it near, this quaking fever. I'll own it gladly. I hear its little hum, With it I'll strike in harmony, Forever. Bring it here, this hoarse, crackled voice. I'll eat it gladly. I taste your breath, And swallow your parceled words. I'll steal your tongue, And covet your tender insides. I'll weep, I'll weep with your precious, precious, yearning, Forever, Gladly.
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Aug 31, 2012
Aug 31, 2012 at 9:42 PM UTC
I hear its little hum.
Bring it in, this little shaking plight. I'll own it, gladly. Lay it down on these linen sheets, It is this linen I shall wrap us in, Forever. Bring it near, this quaking fever. I'll own it gladly. I hear its little hum, With it I'll strike in harmony, Forever. Bring it here, this hoarse, crackled voice. I'll eat it gladly. I taste your breath, And swallow your parceled words. I'll steal your tongue, And covet your tender insides. I'll weep, I'll weep with your precious, precious, yearning, Forever, Gladly.
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april-cameron
Canadian
Aug 31, 2012
Aug 31, 2012 at 9:42 PM UTC
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