To calm my heart
And quench my need,
Hold me close to your harvest seed.
Give me what
Belongs to me
I want you now obsessively.
Then when I die
On your piercing knife-
At least take comfort that you gave me life.
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To calm my heart
And quench my need,
Hold me close to your harvest seed.
Give me what
Belongs to me
I want you now obsessively.
Then when I die
On your piercing knife-
At least take comfort that you gave me life.