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Jeannieiam
Guest
I live in a haunted house...
Its structure is made of bone...
Its walls are made of flesh...
And everyday my lover comes...
always just outside my reach but yet I see him....
I hear him...I want him....
and I long for the warmth of his lips,
replacing the chill of the an unrequited kiss...
I live in a haunted house...
Its stucture is made of bone...
Its walls are made of flesh...
Jeannie
Its structure is made of bone...
Its walls are made of flesh...
And everyday my lover comes...
always just outside my reach but yet I see him....
I hear him...I want him....
and I long for the warmth of his lips,
replacing the chill of the an unrequited kiss...
I live in a haunted house...
Its stucture is made of bone...
Its walls are made of flesh...
Jeannie
