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The place your arms make The aroma your neck has I

The place your arms make
The aroma your neck has
Its rosemary or verbena whatever its for my sake
The pretty mole on your shoulder
The rhythm of your heart matching mine
The touch of your tresses 
And the look in your eyes
That says everything will be fine
 You pick up my tattered pieces🌸🌌
The place your arms make
The aroma your neck has
Its rosemary or verbena whatever its for my sake
The pretty mole on your shoulder
The rhythm of your heart matching mine
The touch of your tresses 
And the look in your eyes
That says everything will be fine
 You pick up my tattered pieces🌸🌌