My gravity
Draws you down
The sun burns
But even in my shadow
You’re warm
A delicious sickness
Infects us both
And by rubbing
The earth of my earth
Into your skin
Will you
Be
Cured
And oh how
Beautiful you look
Covered
In
It
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My gravity
Draws you down
The sun burns
But even in my shadow
You’re warm
A delicious sickness
Infects us both
And by rubbing
The earth of my earth
Into your skin
Will you
Be
Cured
And oh how
Beautiful you look
Covered
In
It
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I can never tell but I’ll take that as a compliment 🙂
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