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When my pillow is drenched with tears, my mind filled with fear. She still avails herself to me Even when their cruelty ****** me, she gently dresses my wounds. When I can't  sleep at night, she is my dulcimer lullaby Even when my teeth's peak, when my cheecks lift, when my heart jumps so high And when my eyes gleam so bright. She still avails herself  to me She connects so well with ears, wipes my tears,erase my fears She is my music!
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Dec 12, 2024
Dec 12, 2024 at 1:11 AM UTC
She is my music
When my pillow is drenched with tears, my mind filled with fear. She still avails herself to me Even when their cruelty ****** me, she gently dresses my wounds. When I can't  sleep at night, she is my dulcimer lullaby Even when my teeth's peak, when my cheecks lift, when my heart jumps so high And when my eyes gleam so bright. She still avails herself  to me She connects so well with ears, wipes my tears,erase my fears She is my music!
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16/F/South Africa
Dec 12, 2024
Dec 12, 2024 at 1:11 AM UTC
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