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Ah-em. A po-em.
Jul 02, 2007 22:14
You make
my heart ache.
I long for
Your pompadour.
The jingle of your keys
severely weaken my knees.
Here's a deviation.
You make
my heart ache
like mirror shards
under my skin
I was caught offguard
you let yourself in.
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