Rope
Lines taught across smooth skin.
Braid and knots, Burns and bites.
Pale flesh marked by crimson lines.
Muscles pull on unyielding cord.
I am here I can be no where else.
Your praise in my ear angels sing.
Braid and knots, Burns and bites.
Pale flesh marked by crimson lines.
Muscles pull on unyielding cord.
I am here I can be no where else.
Your praise in my ear angels sing.
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