At Times I miss your fingers on my body
And Your hands on my edges
Even if You've been so mean to me all this time
Considering me at last, when none other left
But i still wait for my presence to be felt
And Your hands on my edges
Even if You've been so mean to me all this time
Considering me at last, when none other left
But i still wait for my presence to be felt
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