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More in Dregs & Other Unreadables a man about a hoarse laughi like the spot below your smile
where your neck seems so long when you're naked and we're talking about the kids. I like the moments when the silence unfolds in ecstasy when you dare not tell me the dream you're having I like the sounds of your whisper with the lights off and darkness deep when we mesh in distant adoration the sad notions of our emptiness i like the spot below your smile where your neck seems so long |
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