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It makes my blood run smooth. My heart loses its rhyme When your skin touches mine. I want to bring my hand to thine, But I am too afraid to move. When your skin touches mine It makes my blood run smooth.
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Feb 6, 2020
Feb 6, 2020 at 4:18 PM UTC
When your skin touches mine
It makes my blood run smooth. My heart loses its rhyme When your skin touches mine. I want to bring my hand to thine, But I am too afraid to move. When your skin touches mine It makes my blood run smooth.
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makaed
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Feb 6, 2020
Feb 6, 2020 at 4:18 PM UTC
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