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in that moment my fingertips could almost taste you, your delicate wig powdered with virginal white, the crushed velvet of your robes my fingertips could almost taste you, not this still museum air-- the crushed velvet of your robes stank of oil and nothing like you this still museum air and the arch of your back & line of your jaw stank of oil and nothing like you, but i wanted to be in your arms, the arch of your back and line of your jaw o cobblestone eyes, why couldn't i see you just once? i wanted to be in your arms, but i felt the kisses of the gas lamps o cobblestone eyes, why couldn't i see you just once, your delicate wig powdered with virginal white? i felt the kisses of the gas lamps in that moment
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Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 11:08 AM UTC
colonial shoes, redux
in that moment my fingertips could almost taste you, your delicate wig powdered with virginal white, the crushed velvet of your robes my fingertips could almost taste you, not this still museum air-- the crushed velvet of your robes stank of oil and nothing like you this still museum air and the arch of your back & line of your jaw stank of oil and nothing like you, but i wanted to be in your arms, the arch of your back and line of your jaw o cobblestone eyes, why couldn't i see you just once? i wanted to be in your arms, but i felt the kisses of the gas lamps o cobblestone eyes, why couldn't i see you just once, your delicate wig powdered with virginal white? i felt the kisses of the gas lamps in that moment
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Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 11:08 AM UTC
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