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2005-01-30 12:14 a.m.

I want to have you in my pocket. I want to trace my secrets in the lines of your face and your palms. I want to walk through dark alleys in black night. I want to tell you that your beauty pales next to the blazing pastel sky and I want you to tell me that I'm uglier than dirt. I want to be infected and turn green.

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