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By it dosent matter Date: 2003 Jan 31 Comment on this Work [[2003.01.31.20.35.1073]] |
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how can a piece of cloth ever so light shear whisper of such sweet callin' this what glides over skin a breath of bright within a sea of soft callin' yet to what aches deep in this the heart of man an answer is the tremble found within the hands that seek to slake a lust of simple touch this path the cloth does take an its whispers that call... that call to the aches within ... |