Cold Water Feels Warm To Freezing Skin. Your Callused Hands Are Soft Enough For Me, I Won't Even Notice
cold water feels warm to freezing skin. your callused hands are soft enough for me, i won't even notice the scrapes.
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hand over hand until the end of the rope
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trapped in a dream so deep I question if I woke
longer I think the longer in my mind I soak
silence is a weapon that delivers the poke
one that has the ability to see me croak
only I feel the heat building, a spark that creates a smoke
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the air has a bite to it
it nips at my bruised legs
and styles my messy hair
the leaves fall in the palms of my hand
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