Your mouth feeds me butterflies in droves of lies
Dozens spun into and down my throat to catch
Between the middle of my vocal chords
Until all I can do is choke
On colorful moths.
Little Secrets
Little Secrets
Your mouth feeds me butterflies in droves of lies
Dozens spun into and down my throat to catch
Between the middle of my vocal chords
Until all I can do is choke
On colorful moths.
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