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The father, son, and holy ghost, went out for a smoke

in the soft demise of our remorse,
i found myself, lying there inside you,
when i looked into the black pools of your eyes
i saw my love reflected in your touch,
i found you at last,

and it didn't hurt at all

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this was cuz i had a pretty emotional day, and wanted to wright a lil of it down. Ignore the sexual undertones, they kinda manifested themselfs accidently :-p. lol.
Written September 9th, 2005

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  • shiftyweasel
    November 13, 2005
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    Myles, dear, you're a dork. But I think you're quite lovely.