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By splatipus Date: 2003 Jan 21 Comment on this Work [[2003.01.21.13.42.16971]] |
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The crispy snow - white sheets. The hearts beating in simple serenade. The first bite of the apple still crunchy, Not too sinful, not too sweet. Then, though thrifty with your touch, You stain my body red-hot And my final surrender Is spirited |