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just give me your throat
I will let it grow inside my belly and speak to me
just give me your weathered hands
I will soak them in lanolin and hang them out to dry
Just give me the strands of your hair
I will weave them into a home
just give me your tongue
I am thirsty in the flickers of nightmares
And I need something soft to calm me
I will let it grow inside my belly and speak to me
just give me your weathered hands
I will soak them in lanolin and hang them out to dry
Just give me the strands of your hair
I will weave them into a home
just give me your tongue
I am thirsty in the flickers of nightmares
And I need something soft to calm me
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