(T)race your fingers-
Along my s(k)in.
(B)rush your lips
Upon my sigh(t)s.
P(r)ick my death;
(C)rest my heart.
B(l)ind this moment
To (h)ours.
[Originally written by the player of Crow (Derakoth)]
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