Tuesday, June 28, 2011

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I CAN TASTE THE MOONLIGHT ON YOUR SKIN. I CAN SMELL IT ON YOUR WARM, GLOWING BREATH.
YOU TOUCH MY WRIST, AND I BREATHE IT IN. I AM A TANGLE OF THOUGHTS ABOUT YOU.
WE ARE INSUBSTANTIAL. WE ARE REVERBERATIONS.

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