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Jun 12, 2006 06:09

brisk patterns that tame thin lines.
and my lips ache for you.
and my hands miss the feelings of warmer atmosphere.
listen to the tainted arms. and weighted feet.

i am in progressive terms to find you again.
and i am in regressive moods to hold you in.

pretend to love. and my lips will shy in shallow shades.
intend to love. and my trip will try to tally in my trades.
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