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I remember a certain cold Cold like a scalpel I remember your face Illuminated by a Ferris wheel The aquiline nose and glint in the eyes Asymmetrical ivory in the mouth We were bibliophiles Expounding upon the potency of the written word Enthralled by each other's soliloquies. I remember The moisture, texture, warmth of your lips Comforting, numbing, exhilarating The ****** effect of your flesh Delirium in my bloodstream The hushed tenor of your voice Temperate breath tickling the whorls of my ear Known to me only in a dream.
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Apr 29, 2013
Apr 29, 2013 at 3:30 PM UTC
Delirium
I remember a certain cold Cold like a scalpel I remember your face Illuminated by a Ferris wheel The aquiline nose and glint in the eyes Asymmetrical ivory in the mouth We were bibliophiles Expounding upon the potency of the written word Enthralled by each other's soliloquies. I remember The moisture, texture, warmth of your lips Comforting, numbing, exhilarating The ****** effect of your flesh Delirium in my bloodstream The hushed tenor of your voice Temperate breath tickling the whorls of my ear Known to me only in a dream.
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Apr 29, 2013
Apr 29, 2013 at 3:30 PM UTC
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