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Saturday, August 02, 2014
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Few things bring satisfaction quite like
Hard work, or solid food,
The cold turn of meat,
Soft bread so thick that it
Muffles your laughter.
Few things disappoint like a lover
Who feels your longing
And then disappears from the corners of your eyes.
Like a stolen kiss in the darkness,
Because you don't want anyone to see.
Like love made quiet
In your parents basement.
I can't contain my passion you're
Looking at me like you're concerned
Someone's going to wake up?
Ask me if I care.
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