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your skin beneath my lips feels like a thunder promising rain, pour out, darling, make me drown, let me sink in yours shivers, let me bury my hands in the sands of promised land and pray for it to take me back, take me in, take me home
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1. how little I loved before I loved you – Carmen Harlowe – ×××××׶2. confess my name among your sins in the morning; I'll swallow yours like it's holy – Carmen Harlowe – ×× »
3. tytuł – xy – ××××× »/¶
