| I'm like Thomas, doubtin
Fingers routing the scars
Of Your wrists and side
Touching flesh will make my mind believe
But I want to be like David
Throw his clothes to the wind
To dance a jig, in my skin
And be remade by your cleansing again
I give you myself
It's all that I have
Broken and frail
I'm clay in your hands
And I'm spinning unconcealed
Dizzy on this wheel
For You my Love
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| It never works for anyone. People delude themselves into thinking that it might work for them but it never does...
but it might work for us |
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| guess what i'm doing today?...
making a deposit on an apartment....
as of July 31 I will be living at The Park
come visit...i'll make pancakes
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| my house...saturday night....8 pm....
Why you ask???
My Birthday celebration!!!!!!!!
Let me know if you can come... |
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