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By distant moon Date: 2002 Jan 02 Comment on this Work [[2002.01.02.04.12.8568]] |
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you design my moods crafted with your well oiled machine of love. -- -- Cupid's assassination of my heart pummeled with thousands of darts I fell soul first, head over heels directly into your waiting arms. - -- - The words don't even come out right anymore. I just adore the sounds of love, as they stream from me, in torrents of confusion. This is what you cause in me. And I love every moment of it. And every bit that is you. -- - - Our love is scattered, but when added it is infinite. |