Commerce

Jun 06, 2006 03:09

8507.9

And the blood of veins keep dripping inside you like the indiscriminate paths of falling raindrops on a window plane. Oh Marshall how I lay in front of your indirect musical amplification and gaze into your musical innuendo. Cold flesh against lips exhilarates to the point of raised eyebrows. How I wish, for a second, someone would just stop and say... "oh.........".
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