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Jul 2013
It just so happens,
Your pulse reminds me of music.
Or is it the other way around?
A constant beat.
Your voice: The melody.
Every move, every kiss,
I feel it get faster
faster
faster

And with faster music,
Comes more ****** dancing.
The New Kestrel
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The New Kestrel
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   ---, ---, --- and Nat Lipstadt
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