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My love is murmurous I do not shout for fear of being shouted down My love is ineffable I do not, cannot speak my mind My love is gossamer I do not care to braid it through my hair My love is incipient I do not intend to leave your side, until I can be by your side My love is petrichor I do not know its name, but I smell it after rain My love is dulcet I do not taste it anymore My love is sick I do not want to love you
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Jan 2, 2013
Jan 2, 2013 at 2:59 PM UTC
My Love Is Making Me Sick
My love is murmurous I do not shout for fear of being shouted down My love is ineffable I do not, cannot speak my mind My love is gossamer I do not care to braid it through my hair My love is incipient I do not intend to leave your side, until I can be by your side My love is petrichor I do not know its name, but I smell it after rain My love is dulcet I do not taste it anymore My love is sick I do not want to love you
robyn
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Jan 2, 2013
Jan 2, 2013 at 2:59 PM UTC
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