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|Osculation: 10/07/2004 - 12:39 AM |
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your eyes aglow in the splendor of moonlight caught in the enormity of seconds between circumstance and consequence. Fingerprints woven through my hair the tingle of lips in rhythm with the insistence of the evening breeze and I believe this breath could span eternity its departure a tranquil sigh neath the glorious weight of a kiss. |
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