i wait for you - our soon-to-be hotel room
the sky's a deep blue
creamy skin on crisp white linens
a lazy sunday afternoon
i drink the sunlight that pours into the room
and there's nothing else to do 'cause
we're bright and soft and fresh and brimming with
youth.
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Me, Raw.
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