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by Sheep Aug 24, 2010 category : Love, romance / secret love
Seconds, sweet, are hours When confronted with the thought Of seeing you past midnight And in this world, we're caught To stretch the grasp of stomach ache I'll pray we don't repair Hide this love in friendships sights And weave lust through your hair It's true, my dear, this time is soft For running out of mind I'll sleep forever within your grasp And in these wondrous times So speak, fair one, across our graves Of promises to misbehave