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By Kat Submitted by seahawkat Date: 2003 Jun 24 Comment on this Work [[2003.06.24.23.53.15916]] |
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Stand barefoot somewhere near your room let tired clothes slump gently from you to the floor. Let yourself feel the way you felt when nothing mattered and all you ever really wanted was to hear a love song sung by me while the drawn curtains rustled & swayed in rhythm. |