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Post by Dunstan Attard on Jun 12, 2007 23:31:57 GMT -5
should i linger in your arms i may stop being a harp made of sun
I may wake to your skin with the breath of a voice that kindles my temple with crushed grapes of rainbows overflowing delightful fire onto your unveiled ecstacy screaming tides flowing through silent horizons
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