By Gray
He rests my heart on the tip of his tongue and every day he swallows. I choose to sacrifice everything within my skin that is righteous and mine for pieces of his affection. I cry phantom tears that would drown my cheeks if I could let them. Now all I have is some restless sleep. Written May 1st, 2000 © on May 07 2001 03:10 PM PST 0 • 8
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"He rests my heart..."
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"He rests my heart..." by Gray
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