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By Savannah Haze Date: 2002 Aug 01 Comment on this Work [[2002.08.01.12.40.18615]] |
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The red on the walls are brighter Your skin on my skin is more than I can take I can smell your skin across the room You taste like honey and I hear every inflection in your voice and your softest sigh My senses are in overdrive and so are we. |