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I see his fingers lapsing, vibrating, fumbling, It sickens me, but I love it so; His brightly capable hands, plagued and infected with excess movement
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Nov 15, 2010
Nov 15, 2010 at 7:49 PM UTC
Me Thinks
I see his fingers lapsing, vibrating, fumbling, It sickens me, but I love it so; His brightly capable hands, plagued and infected with excess movement
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Nov 15, 2010
Nov 15, 2010 at 7:49 PM UTC
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