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you silence the thundering drums the constant noise sensations of what could be the voices stop talking when my eyes wander over your body epiphanies don’t come often but when they do my fingers tingle i can’t help it longing for the touch of something something real someone real are you really real or should i pinch my arm when this is all over and the curtains fall i hope i’ll stand next to you receive applause bow for the audience bid adieu and leave, with you by my side
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Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 8:09 PM UTC
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you silence the thundering drums the constant noise sensations of what could be the voices stop talking when my eyes wander over your body epiphanies don’t come often but when they do my fingers tingle i can’t help it longing for the touch of something something real someone real are you really real or should i pinch my arm when this is all over and the curtains fall i hope i’ll stand next to you receive applause bow for the audience bid adieu and leave, with you by my side
Albus
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Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 8:09 PM UTC
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