

Tasted ThoughtsYou'd look at me With lilly pad eyes, And sing to me. I'd sit in your stare, (And try to control my breathing)Tasted Thoughts
You'd throw me around With a gentle grip, And rap your arms around me. I'd try to break free, (And lie about wanting to be released)
You'd run through the leaves, With a velvet glide, And toss them into the air. I'd tackle you with a laugh, (And feel your ribs against mine)
You'd trace down my face With you
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"And like autumn turns leaves, winter will breathe..."
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All I see is blackness! Oh, I have my hood down...
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"And like autumn turns leaves, winter will breathe..."
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~If you can make my empty space, emptier will it burn as much?
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~If you can make my empty space, emptier will it burn as much?
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