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go away, go away the hand reaches and retreats the pulse of the drums shook your heart out of its senses clutching your chest "not yet" "you have work to do here" "but i want to be with you," knowing, it wasn't a question. i must stay.. you're so desperate for that touch of heaven
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Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 1:36 PM UTC
sleep in my bunk
go away, go away the hand reaches and retreats the pulse of the drums shook your heart out of its senses clutching your chest "not yet" "you have work to do here" "but i want to be with you," knowing, it wasn't a question. i must stay.. you're so desperate for that touch of heaven
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Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 1:36 PM UTC
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