Broken window screen
The kind of blinds I hate
But the cool cold 6 am air
Comes in
Makes my skin tingle
Makes my flesh jump
Excites the parts of my body that
Excite my everything
Makes me want to feel
Again
Broken window screen
The kind of blinds I hate
But the cool cold 6 am air
Comes in
Makes my skin tingle
Makes my flesh jump
Excites the parts of my body that
Excite my everything
Makes me want to feel
Again
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