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Feb 12, 2009 00:16

Five hundred milligrams of love has me in a disarray.
The room whitens to the voice of panicked doctors.
Get this man to the O.R.
Stat: Unconcious
Time lapse: the shades rise, call button by body side.
In the recovery room I wrote a list of all the ways that you are beautiful.
It goes on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on.
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