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Aug 30, 2005 15:59

You don't have to move, you don't have to speak.
Lips fall by ten, you're staring me down, your pulse makes me weak.
Eyes fall striking.
Now I'm twisted up when I'm twisted with you.
Brush so lightly.
Time trickles down and I'm breaking for two.
I'll be fine, you'll be fine.
This moment seems so long.
Don't waste now, precious time.
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