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Mar 29, 2006 19:32

To see, speak, move, and feel...nothing comes to me but the sounds. I am like the dead sometimes. The dead that is until you revive me. The renewel of blood and picking up the ash that fell from my bone. The dread and annoyance of you sometimes hurts. I know it is only an momentary or just a flinch compared to the endless care and effort put in. I ( Read more... )

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nekovixen March 30 2006, 01:54:22 UTC
mew?

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nuklearweasel April 6 2006, 16:45:04 UTC
To love...to see...to feel...to breathe. I only come alive when surrounded by the essense of you. You breathe the spark of life into my existence. My longiness pains me for but a single touch of you would sate my loving appetite. But seeing you in life, has no comparison - as you give my own life meaning. You - are my passion...my reason to breathe...my idol I long to feel. You are my love.

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