A skin for your desires.
Made of things,
That you wish to sing.
A skin for your desires.
Sitting proud on your bones,
And you calling youself unknown.
A skin for your desires.
Accomplished by liars.
Of silver tongued ******
A ceremony of abuse.
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 12:56 AM UTC
A skin for your desires.
Made of things,
That you wish to sing.
A skin for your desires.
Sitting proud on your bones,
And you calling youself unknown.
A skin for your desires.
Accomplished by liars.
Of silver tongued ******
A ceremony of abuse.
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