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Archn
Skin on skin
Salt on the tongue
The air is thick
Moving like oil
Where do I end
Where do you begin
I cannot tell
My pulse is yours
(deep)
(inside)
Harder now
The pressure builds
The water is hot
Steam on the glass
And the blood and the noise
And the hands and the weight
(losing shape)
I am losing the frame
Of my own limbs
Only the heat
Only the heat
Only the heat
Only the heat
Only the heat
(friction)
(friction)
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From Paroles Mania