Every word I speak is just a mispronunciation of your name
Every little dribble of malformed anecdote
If left to splash on the page forms a portrait of your face
Each glistening strand, though viscous
Moves, toward you with lust
Every little dribble of malformed anecdote
If left to splash on the page forms a portrait of your face
Each glistening strand, though viscous
Moves, toward you with lust
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