You are the honey that dances in the rain,
I’m like a deer drenched and withering in pain,
In my veins is your blood, in my pulse is your voice,
Oh my love, in your shoulders, a few moments of time,
If I get to be by myself, I would be like a fish on the ground.
Jul 8, 2019
Jul 8, 2019 at 11:14 PM UTC
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