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he sparks a flame within the corners of a sacred desirea delight upon each greeting, when hes gone i find myself feelingcuriously seeking why he came ..
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archangels cross my path upon sudden acquaintancesfingers toil, nestle then rotatetouches stir, and grow, saturate and flowfrequent glances,dull gazes..
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the tiger bites the dust, from lusting over fireworksdancing throught the city streetsfrom dawn till duskred sparks of light, fill each eye and every ..
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