slow love

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Smoove B	underneath my clothes; there's a story for you	Nobody's heart bothers with such mundane things as distance	freeze this moment
ancient	in the dark of my heart, dad	of tiger cubs and dragons	The last innocent pillow fight
To His Coy Mistress	Touch	Alone For Me	until the tides turn
I shall escape	it's plain to see	would you place bets on my heart	the last virtue
crop circles in my mind	rattling chains	once more	girl of the knife
I died for Beauty -- but was scarce	Tenderly	scared	Hope

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