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Unravel me, like a loose thread on my dress
Unravel me, till the last piece of fabric leaves my skin
Unravel me inside and out with your hands
Till I'm nothing

Make me spill out words and sounds
Out of my mouth that desires more that a touch
Take every inch of me,
My last resolve,
My last decency
My last breath
And just unravel me, till I'm nothing

Because without you, I could have been everything

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