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[swansong_]

Debussy and rain filtered through earphones. The sound of me typing. The rough surface of my throat. How I am Loved. It all makes sense. Somehow I want so much to spend a day in a room with a companion making love and doing things without emotional attachment.

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[emptysound]

sounds fantastic

[brettashley]

you should know yours is the only livejournal worth reading anymore.

[swansong_]

=) you have been sorely missed