My Soul

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Your words are like sharp blade that cuts deep
Your touch is like a light wind that puts my restless mind to sleep
Your voice is unlike my soul, which is lonely and cold
Take my hand and kiss it tonight
Rip my soul but I trust you with the blade
Trust that you won't take the blade so deep.

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What have you done to me Elliot, why can't I stop thinking about you, I'm I income with you, I'm I income with the feeling.
I started at his deep ocean eyes, I could forever get lost in his amazing ocean eyes, I want to drown in those eyes, drown my sorrow in his touch

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