What your thoughts do to me , by P.Paan
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Get out of my head,
I can't think of anything else
My bones have become numb
Staying idle
Being fragile
My hair turns colors
Because I can't stop
Thinking of all that you are
You're voice as loud as gunshots
My skin is peeling
Shreds and shreds of it, torn
When I see you coming my way
With all your grace and warmth
Just be mine
And make it go away
Nestle me in your heart
Make me a place to stay
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Posted: 2012-08-04 08:18:02 UTC |
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