honey
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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