17 acessos
Sweet fruit, ripening in my arms
Do I alone notice that drip, sacrifice?
Despite all the bruises, I want you
Sweet fruit, divide for me
You come apart easily
Your drip, full of life
And I will have you for mine
Purity makes me ask again if there is a god
And if it's divine design, then I should rip you up
If there is a god
If there is a god