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This conversations of our feet

And our filled longing skin

Tells everything

How this bed rob the warmness of our weight

No more spaces were empty.



I am not deep

To prove myself

Why simply I wanted to be your skin.



Swallowed, swallowed

I’ve been swallowed

Swallowed, swallowed

I’ve been swallowed

Than an angel can’t even explain



You moved this heart.



I’ve been swallowed

Swallowed by you

Swallowed, swallowed

You swallowed, my everything.