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NOVEMBER RAINS: DAY 28, SUSAN HILL CO-WRITES WITH WILLIAMSJI MAVELI, " TOUCH ME..."

NOVEMBER RAINS: DAY 28,  SUSAN HILL CO-WRITES WITH WILLIAMSJI MAVELI, " TOUCH ME..."

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  • NOVEMBER RAINS: DAY 28
  • " TOUCH ME..."
  •  
  • Co-written by
  • SUSAN HILL
  • WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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SUSAN HILL WRITES.......

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  • Can it be said when all is done
  • that you loved me?
  • for with your body yes
  • with your soul I guess
  • because It never seemed
  • to touch me
  • empty is the act of sex
  • when there is nothing
  • between the
  • motions
  • except
  • sweat

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WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES....

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  • Can it be loved when all over?
  •   That you killed me?
  •   For with your flesh yes
  •   With your tits I assume
  •   Because it never deemed
  •  to drink  you in full  
  •   Fulfill the treat of femininity
  •  Where there is everything
  •  Between the
  •   Head
  •   And the toe
  •   Sweet

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Co-written by

  • SUSAN HILL
  • WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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