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By it dosent matter Date: 2006 Aug 31 Comment on this Work [[2006.08.31.02.10.30502]] |
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when the blood first ran heated to a broiling mist throbbing within the temples hard i called out your name in whispers to the early rain cool to aching flesh needing so the sweetest touch from within my dreams it seems for only there am i able strings cut fetters free simple adam to beautiful eve and i with these iron strings made so of love wither so when the blood runs hot heated so to a roasting rain and only your name to sooth and cool for in the night within my dreams i scream.... |