Just lay here, under my skin;
I’ll run my fingers down your spine
I’ll kiss your cheeks
And press myself against your bones
I will warm honey and grind some stones
To fill up the cracks of your beautiful soul

Just lay here, under my skin;
I’ll run my fingers down your spine
I’ll kiss your cheeks
And press myself against your bones
I will warm honey and grind some stones
To fill up the cracks of your beautiful soul

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