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I only wash my finger around your dampening eyes to hear words and find others to waltz with you beneath these lowering clouds, Lighting small torches hoping to find the one that burns the right part of me away, to scent the world better for you. I only want to find the hymns that write [...]

Filed under: verse | Posted on April 15th, 2006 by palmer

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