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Sunday, November 13, 2005 Sappho 31 He is more than a hero he is a god in my eyes-- the man who is allowed to sit beside you -- he who listens intimately to the sweet murmur of your voice, the enticing laughter that makes my own heart beat fast. If I meet you suddenly, I can speak -- my tongue is broken; a thin flame runs under my skin; seeing nothing, hearing only my own ears drumming, I drip with sweat; trembling shakes my body and I turn paler than dry grass. At such times death isn't far from me - posted by Allie @ 12:02 AM \| \| 0 rocks in pond 0 Comments: Post a Comment	Links: critical lawnmower humble dan potting soil diarrhea of the brain bad haiku daily thegreatlockbox dirty laundry emily joy joy Subscribe to Posts [Atom]

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