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Apr 2013
there is nothing quite like a
warm body with a soul, they
breathe and gurgle beneath
you. how could something so
fragile exist and love and feel
the things they do, how does
something so beautiful end
up between your arms,
how do we find these
others, these people
these pieces?
(c) Brooke Otto
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