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#49; Dec. 2008

Frigid, numb
Liquid, aqua
Suppress ye that come
Succumb together
Jump, connected
Drift, directions
Bubbles intersected
Mental infections

Drown in what's pure
Note every nerve
Thought I was so sure
But I get what I deserve

Feel between your fingers
Icy, moving truth
Desire always lingers
What's real is what's uncouth.
Written by jORDANgIRL
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