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By it dosent matter Date: 2007 Feb 05 Comment on this Work [[2007.02.05.15.18.23945]] |
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strange how a love can flow a current for the heart that aches to show a river open to every wind tempests come along and it sprays it sin soaking all with a lovers moan drenching yet its waters warm seeping softly deep within mounting embers cannot win yet alive so alive ice cold flesh sudden demise pulsing hot blood burst inside hammering the heart hurts subside hope resides in that strange... how a love can flow... |