Still thinkin' about you
Still thinkin' about your touches

Damn is this me or someone else?

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Butterflies Down The Throat

I was a butterfly,
Exploring how I felt
Inside of her stomach.
I followed the sun into
her mouth.
I once lied because I was
Afraid of the truth,
Now I search feverishly
Trying to relieve that one
moment of truth.
You'll never know how good
It feels to be free

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