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My skin dries out in winter My nail-beds crack and bleed So I reach for the lotion that My fingers really need But if lotion soothed each part of me That was no longer whole I'd squeeze it all out in my hands And rub it on my soul
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Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 12:57 AM UTC
Lotion
My skin dries out in winter My nail-beds crack and bleed So I reach for the lotion that My fingers really need But if lotion soothed each part of me That was no longer whole I'd squeeze it all out in my hands And rub it on my soul
ashley-browne
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Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 12:57 AM UTC
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