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| spill your soul into mine, love, breathe upon soft womanskin. i am dreaming in your scent as i kiss the dawn with fantasies of passion in the heated ruin of this tangled sheet that wraps me in sweet memories of you. i fall into your words, your voice, your songs of sky and the comet trails you scorched upon this womanheart so that i would have a map of you when time explodes and i come to you in silence when my soul spills into yours, love. |
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