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Tuesday, November 06, 2007
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Beatle Baby in the darkness
Feet are mushing over wetness
Heart is pounding chills and heavy
Gray stones breaking through the ivy
Darkness pressing wet and chilly
Thick and sticky, cold and willy
Watching over past and aching
Wishing that his heart was breaking
Wandering through the misty slush bank
Whispers tickling, chilling, thrilling
Glances shot bright from dark corners
Hands sliding off his slender shoulders
Crumpling over, tears are falling
Chilly wind voices are calling
Cap pulled down over his eyes
He rests his hand upon your thighs
The darkness chills but lets you in
With the gentle touch of dead Saint Jin.
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