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Within

Member since 2003 · Posted 5 Jun 2003 · 1 comment

I feel your tongue Cold damper, hot skin Oh how I long For you within; blemishing the virginity And trampling the sin, Oh, how I long for infinity For you within; I feel you touch Polyester has-been, How I want so much for you within; I kill for the pleasure, And as I give in, Something I can measure Is you within.

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[6] horus8 6-Jun-03/9:54 PM Reply
"You know what that sound is Mr. Anderson?" The sound of inevitability. *bang*