you don`t listen to what I say.
Give me permission to enter.
let me hold your hand.
Let me be your sin skinner...
my fingertips in consolation.
A sad condition, my intuition.
I`m here to heal the sand.
I want to base my life on facts.
but life will ultimately show.
I even hear your breath.
I know I wanted more...
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