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Broke Cherub
Through the softest lips
You will say my name
Whispering it to the passing sands
I have told you my desire
I bled my passion for your eyes
And you repay me with your kiss
If you asked for a cloud
And I will give you the sky
But I cannot heal your wounds
I will help you my sweet
Lick your forgotten scars
And hold your smile in my eyes
I want to feel your touch
Breathe your breath
Feel your entirety