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I weigh you, a minute in each hand,With the sun & a woman’s perfumeIn my senses, a need to smoothEverything down. You belong To a dead man, made to fitA…
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I weigh you, a minute in each hand,With the sun & a woman’s perfumeIn my senses, a need to smoothEverything down. You belong To a dead man, made to fitA…