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The Epitome of life's cold grasp is relevant
Soft touches envelop my whole body
She sleeps by the window, always watching
Perfume clogs my senses as I wait
I can't think. I try so hard to explain how I feel, I can't. I feel like a steel golem, stuck inside a hard shell, without a translator.
Soft touches envelop my whole body
She sleeps by the window, always watching
Perfume clogs my senses as I wait
I can't think. I try so hard to explain how I feel, I can't. I feel like a steel golem, stuck inside a hard shell, without a translator.