

bodyspeakthe best of times carefree slide running trails split in two by tennis shoes dimming night eyesbodyspeak
it fills desire drunken floor writhing heads together in a friend's room holding warm hands
it feels just right rhythm beats slicing syllables fit for close bodies flowing bare feet
the hours fly by softly skin bending spirit pours from crown glimmering filling spent life
this hostile mind is laid to rest at times and i'm running out of excuses for not loving you
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take it as it comes
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take it as it comes
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hello, Philo.
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