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If skin were just another dream we'd spend our lives holding insides in - lungs and veins and vital things, keeping our eyes safe from the wind. We'd speak with tongues not covered by lips, and in the midst of  love, our minds would touch making the softest sound... And everyday I'd endanger my heart, dangling from my hands like fruit And everyone would see it race beating twice for you
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Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 12:01 AM UTC
Insides In
If skin were just another dream we'd spend our lives holding insides in - lungs and veins and vital things, keeping our eyes safe from the wind. We'd speak with tongues not covered by lips, and in the midst of  love, our minds would touch making the softest sound... And everyday I'd endanger my heart, dangling from my hands like fruit And everyone would see it race beating twice for you
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Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 12:01 AM UTC
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