Give me Yourself.
I will never be satisfied otherwise. And nothing and no one can save me.
I could shriek. Hold my face in those warm rough gentle hands of Yours,
and look at me steady.
I will never be satisfied otherwise. And nothing and no one can save me.
I could shriek. Hold my face in those warm rough gentle hands of Yours,
and look at me steady.
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