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ritual dagger fine toothed comb tropical flower old dry bone laid out on my table all of this some kind of strange reminder of your sweet kiss tethered across the blue sky a feathery cloud draws my gaze upward from out of this crowd breaking up and dissolving in its ascension this cloud is as epemeral as your attentions i see you underwater naked there out in all directions flowing your long black hair undercurrent draws me no surprise i crave that delicious drowning in your whirlpool eyes Copyright Samm Bennett - all rights reserved back to Lyrics Table of Contents |