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Satellite (Other) by Enkidu My satellite, I must confess,
is not as brilliant as the rest.
It's not the cosmic sort of beauty I adore.
My satellite, my satellite
rotates within my mind tonight,
it's frozen surface framed
Forever more.
Help me contain myself.
I'm flying into space.
You are the one I want.
My satellite, your face.
Up the ladder:
During the Grace
Down the ladder:
Be Free Ye
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Posted: July 29, 2006 2:25 PM PDT; Last modified: July 29, 2006 2:25 PM PDTWeighted score: 4.928861 Overall Rank: 9277 187 view(s)
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