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June 12 feels like rainShe's far too close, smelling like vodka, earth and defiance. I count her eyelashes, then the tiny flecks in those dark eyes but then they're closed, and I'm tangled. But in my defense she tastes like magic, and storms. TrackbacksThe trackback URL for this entry is: http://moonspunmagic.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!D745587E8D6821AF!828.trak Weblogs that reference this entry
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