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[belly_up]

it's a long story, but it's easier to explain it like this...

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of

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[spanish_lady]

oh lady, if you only knew. Call when you have time, i need to hear your voice.