| Back to One I feel dry Peeling back the layers, leaving lips pursed. You cannot defy Kneeling in the embers, you come unrehearsed. We congeal and die Dealing in remembers, until all I can say is: I thirst. �2001 Christa Midcap |
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| Back to One I feel dry Peeling back the layers, leaving lips pursed. You cannot defy Kneeling in the embers, you come unrehearsed. We congeal and die Dealing in remembers, until all I can say is: I thirst. �2001 Christa Midcap |
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