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      Speak to me
 I want that exquisite pain biting through me like the last cord of Beetoven"s "patheique" given voice Look at me I want the elongated agony of your hearts transparency Hold me I want the tight torture in skin brazen with certainty | |
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      Holding you
 Something a good man was born to do Looking at you your words string the song sewing this vision through Speaking to you eating up this poem I smile while I chew   Nice Write enderra | |
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      thank you   | |
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        Edited by
        s1owhand
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        Tue 10/28/08 07:20 AM
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      "certainly, i like that"      | |
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| Speak to me I want that exquisite pain biting through me like the last cord of Beetoven"s "patheique" given voice Look at me I want the elongated agony of your hearts transparency Hold me I want the tight torture in skin brazen with certainty A lone voice cries out in the dark, only those with a "special" gift of hearing will understand.................   | |
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