20 Testo

Testo 20

The color of my eyes has changedbecause I am sick for her like a junkie is sick to fix.
She rolls through my sheets;
her fingers caress my back; rolls through my sheets.
Dangle your tongue in my mouth, get me high again.
She makes me forget that I am a failure.
She makes me forget that I am just water.
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