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sevenling- your glance is deliciously tangible

Your glance is deliciously tangible
Your voice reaches pitches that make my skin tingle
Your laughter makes my stomach tighten
I pray to God, Satan, and half-rusted deities
for someone to give me the opportunity
to be stupid
I bet it would feel like flying

28 Mar 07

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