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By kittymeow
fumbling awkwardness paints the roomand we sit like strange lizardspoised for attack.i stare into you hollow eyeswho will speak first.your thin pink lips move to make soundsbut i hear nothing. Written October 12th, 2001 © on Oct 12 2001 01:13 AM PST 0 • 10
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"fumbling awkwardness paints the roomand we sit like strange lizardspoised for attack.i stare into you hollow eyeswho will speak first.your thin pink lips move to make soundsbut i hear nothing...."