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By Pepper Date: 2001 Sep 07 Comment on this Work [[2001.09.07.18.51.31204]] |
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you wait for me by your door, waiting to hear the footseps dancing up the wood when I knock, you count ten before answering the white wether-struck door as if you have not been waiting I grin at your hidden excitement the way you desparately try to pretend to be indifferently happy at my arrival I kiss you the way you don't want me to know you want |