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Oh, how I wish to be that instrument held so closely to your warm body, your warm soul.

How i wish that my skin would be the instrumental strings that your fingers glide so softly against.

I want to...
Let me be the one whom orchestrated a song within your heart that you are infatuated with.

Let us harmonize.

- B.Sands

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