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Monday, March 13, 2006 

Hang-Over

Your presence intoxicates me
A drunken stupor that is so exhilarating
My senses wish to breathe
The smell of your skin
The melody of your voice
And the warmth of your body
And for every sensation you give me
More and more I am drawn
Into this blackhole of bliss
I wish to wallow in forever


Potah, this is bad.

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