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Jul 2012
Your voice was lovely, deep and
rich, the high notes you couldn't
meet were merely mountains too
great but I didn't care because each
note was a depth charge bubbling
to the surface, the buzz rumbling
through your skin, not enough to
shake me, but did you soft me?oh
you must have softed me, that
which couldn't be a word is the
only way to describe such things.
(Copyright) Brooke Otto
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