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love and hate and stress
caustic

If I made a pot of coffee
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and left it on the burner until
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it boiled down to
 3
a caustic syrup
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drank it down in
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three-quarter time gulps
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it might come close
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to this feeling you give me
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You’ve turned my eyes to lightning
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touching for impossible moments
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whatever they feel attracted to
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at the time
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My fingers do
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an impressive tap dance routine
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on the nearest horizontal surface
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My lips move faster than
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the speed of thought
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             and you’ve always said mine
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             was impressive
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My skin interprets even imaginary touch
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at an intensity only
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lunatics and drugs addicts
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experience
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21 Mar 07


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