| 2003-02-19 |
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It was like the moment just before your first kiss ... when everything is slow and deliberate. When you can't help but notice how she smells like lilacs. When you are more drunk off the thought of her lips against yours than that second glass of cabernet. And you can feel her. Wrapping herself in your thoughts to keep warm. When she forms just beneath your skin. Like a rumor. And every breath she utters is like thunder down your spine. It was like that. Only more. That was my day. |
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