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Pillow's Song Ease awhile your heavy head, and find your comforts here, encircled by my arms. Let me trace a likeness of your body, for the bedsheet hides it's charms. Cast your armour to the floor, and allow your mind to listen to the pulse of your extremities. Making love to yourself beneath my eyes, my love, the secret is locked inside these unlistening walls. And look not to the rest of the world when this one holds your salvation. Let the spark inside you come alive, Human, shameful, to all but me - desirer of your desire. |
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