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Life sweeps through me one last time...
Your eyes they beg for me.
When not with you, I feel so dead.
But with you, I am free.
Its been an aching search for you.
But now you have been found.
Whenever I am close to you.
My heart cant cease to pound.
Like magic, your love flows through me.
And saves my soul from death.
So fixated with you am I.
I cannot take a breath.
When time and spaced are ripped apart.
And reality naught.
I shall not cease to think of you.
You'll be my final thought.
 Octopus Sex · Sat Oct 04, 2008 @ 10:24pm · 0 Comments |
