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Sep 18, 2009 04:32

a lack felt like silence

seeking filled, but

cacophony leaves me lost

i need a note to carry with me

a thread to guide me home

let's not be bullheaded

let me steal what i came for

so i can get out

i'll lose it all

when i turn around

run my fingers through

the fading form of desire

lick every bit of you

from my weary hands
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