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Music of a cobblestone missionary.

Sunday, August 10, 2008

Desire.

Your words thick-sweet
like buttermilk.
You spin my head
like Russian silk.


Wait; let's touch everything before we wash our hands.
Posted by Agent Jellie at 12:22 AM

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