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Mar 10, 2006 10:44

I do not know what you possess that leaves me wild, I see you and soon I have this urge to hug you, to enlace your waist, to lean at you and kiss your neck. I do not know what witchcraft is this that filters the sun, the invisible stars. It is as if I was prisoner in an orchard and your lips were grape berries and your eyes the marine salt. With ( Read more... )

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loca March 10 2006, 11:14:35 UTC
Every time a pick a favorite, you write a new one to replace it.

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_redcorvette March 11 2006, 07:37:51 UTC
:)

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