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Aug 2010
The sounds that come
from
us.
They dance beside your water-bed.
Laughing at the walls.
Rolling down the sheets.
Seizing in ecstasy.
Rippling and waving
everything away.
besides,
the sounds that come
from
us.
BB Tyler
Written by
BB Tyler
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