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SweetPain
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I want to:
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fall in between your arms and feel the rhythm of your breath against my neck
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feel the twitching of your foot against the table leg
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see the nervous look in your eye when I walk in the room
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hear the sigh of relief when you hear my voice
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fight with you for passion's sake
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tell you the truth.
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17 Mar 07 |
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— SweetPain
This is something. Not exactly sure what... but it's something. If anything, please fix line seven.
— unknown
better?
— SweetPain
....?
— SweetPain
I don't get line 3, how do you feel the foot twitching against the table leg? To be honest, I don't think that line is necessary as it adds nothing and sort of breaks the thought flow of the rest. Apart from that, I like this. I feel for you not being able to tell him/her the truth but the truth is the only way (in most cases) even if you don't get the reaction you want.
— angrychick
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