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chume, chum, geselle min, ih enbite harte din October 05, 2005 - 22:06 Chume, chum, geselle min. Chume, chum, geselle min, ih enbite harte din, ih enbite harte din, chume, chum, geselle min. (come, come, my love. Come, come, my love, i long for you, i long for you, come, come, my love.) this is a game that i do not know the rules to and that i play to lose. but the game itself is its prize, and the winners are the ones who lose. never becomes maybe, i slip into adultery, and the taste of the forbidden sings bitterly in my mouth. these words - you are perfect - are burned into my skin, as is the feeling of your hand in mine, as is the scent of your clothes, as is the memory of your smile. i have never been happier, and never been more scared. this is my freedom - it is yours. diaryland | archive | newest entry | profile
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