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Thursday, May 7, 2009

drop

read them separately or together. I like them both ways drip... drop... drip... drop.... Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. Dripdrop dripdrop. The sound of my heart's slow out-pour. It increases at the thought of you. As skin heated and signals flew. I felt the first drop of morning dew. drip drop it wasn't as cold as you drip drop in this warm summer air un beso in a dim lamp's glow un besito and i watched you go drip drop your eyes eternally memorized drip drop my tears beginning to flow

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