Your fingers play roughly with my fringes,
You breathe white wine air
Into life, you pull at my sides,
I unravel into a tumble of string,
Falling gently through your sweet non-life.
You breathe white wine air
Into life, you pull at my sides,
I unravel into a tumble of string,
Falling gently through your sweet non-life.
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