what day is this?
shiver angel with your midnight breaths, i think of you wanton, BR> sometimes you are and i am so blank can't think of you and this here now moments last waiting for a buzz at the phone i think so savagly of your body, so ravenously of your fingertips, lips and something more than starlight - you hold me locked eyes on thoughts of you.
2003-11-23 | 6:48 p.m.
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