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I sense something off. A partical of a strand to the millionth degree. Some sence is not making sense. If i feel with my heart If i see with my eyes If i feel with my touch If i hear with my ears If i taste with my tounge.. Yes, let me taste with my tounge. Let me feel the vibrations of your heartbeat so rhythmatically in tune with mine. Let us paint this white flag red With all our love and bloodshed. Let me sense your sences until yours is mine and mine is yours. Until two hearts beat as one Until the swagger of our hips collide Because yes, making sense is what we do best when it comes to our sences.
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Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 5:42 PM UTC
Sense with all your Sences.
I sense something off. A partical of a strand to the millionth degree. Some sence is not making sense. If i feel with my heart If i see with my eyes If i feel with my touch If i hear with my ears If i taste with my tounge.. Yes, let me taste with my tounge. Let me feel the vibrations of your heartbeat so rhythmatically in tune with mine. Let us paint this white flag red With all our love and bloodshed. Let me sense your sences until yours is mine and mine is yours. Until two hearts beat as one Until the swagger of our hips collide Because yes, making sense is what we do best when it comes to our sences.
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Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 5:42 PM UTC
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