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| I feel you breathe, your hand on me Fears vanish and pain subsides I wonder if you know what you're doing or if it's a reflex, natural, you know? Oh yeah. Time, my dear, can be an enemy. Be careful you see it when it comes to slip past a sleeping gard isn't one bit difficult, least not for it. Ah, I sit writing, wondering if you could see my thoughts: Would you mind? These doubts aren't easily vanquished, though I try. Thank you for your patience. |