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If I gave a knife and asked you to take the tip and run it's icy breath across my face Would you do it? If I danced across a burning flame and asked you to step into the light Would you question it? And If I looked to you in an hour of need My skin pulled paper taught and a look of wordless want across the sand dunes of my face Would you help me do it? For perhaps a deeper need is not within the things we would or wouldn't do, but in the things we share. You needn't take the knife You do not need to watch me burn You do not have to help me die But if I ever turn to you and ask of you a sin I ask, if you cannot, that you quietly still keep me in your mind. Longing Dancing Dying My wrinkled hand scorching a single frozen sandprint in your palm as I drift away for one last time
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Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 7:17 AM UTC
If I
If I gave a knife and asked you to take the tip and run it's icy breath across my face Would you do it? If I danced across a burning flame and asked you to step into the light Would you question it? And If I looked to you in an hour of need My skin pulled paper taught and a look of wordless want across the sand dunes of my face Would you help me do it? For perhaps a deeper need is not within the things we would or wouldn't do, but in the things we share. You needn't take the knife You do not need to watch me burn You do not have to help me die But if I ever turn to you and ask of you a sin I ask, if you cannot, that you quietly still keep me in your mind. Longing Dancing Dying My wrinkled hand scorching a single frozen sandprint in your palm as I drift away for one last time
Still whole whilst I'm within you
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Lifesabeach
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Lifesabeach
English
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 7:17 AM UTC
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