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By spaceman Date: 2002 Jun 08 Comment on this Work [[2002.06.08.13.54.30258]] |
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I want you to shatter at the depth of my feeling I want you to shiver in my embrace. I want credit for every moment of rapture written across your face. I want joy when I tell you I love you I want promises that you mean to keep I want contracts of love that bind you that say you belong to me. I want to blind you to men who could steal you, more handsome, less touched in the head. But sense wins out over nonsense (my heart) and I let you live free instead. |