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barefootmy goodness, me; my foot has slipped-i'm falling nothing can stop me now, i'm tumbling to you a glitter of safety sits in your eyes twinkling like the stars in the night skiesbarefoot
yes, you've drawn me, your charm's on me
i thrill at the sound of your breath
gets me shaking, your love's making me bubble like champagne
take off your shoes and don't forget to kiss my mouth until it's wet
and put your arms around my hips
the future's at our fingertips
i'm all yours, i'm not coy i'm feeling so damn good, boy
oh, no, you can't be barefoot wi


music boxeven if this terror knocksmusic box
please open me up like a music box
alone, i guess i'll be okay
but i don't understand why you pulled away
beautiful and strange, my whispered mystery
lets write history over and over again
you still draw me in, yes-pull me in i'd give anything at all to breathe your air
you're not there
you're not there
wilting like a human rose
starving for your love, wondering if it shows
waiting for some cosmic sign
love could belong to us-yours and mine
beautiful and stran


more a prayerthe first one has since married and my heart sits sick at memories of what he did so nice and quick his hands held mine, he covered my mouth as i begged as i felt fabric tearing all around my legsmore a prayer
you would call me female just as though my cheeks should be red in shame when you should see that word is more a prayer, get on your knees
the second couldn't see me from the bottom of the bottle he'd curl into while he strung me along and in that two-room hell i had no place to go to hide from his belittling and hate he'd sow
you would call me female just as th
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What if all the world you think you know,
Is an elaborate dream?
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"Waiting for you, you look so close,
we walk a thousand stairs
Aching for your hand, our love a distant voice,
we have no image - we are light"
--Peter Murphy, "Cascade"
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Commission Me!
My Clubs
Going to see the man himself in October
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I think I used to have a voice...
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He who dies with the most toys, is still dead.
- Steve Hogarth
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"Waiting for you, you look so close,
we walk a thousand stairs
Aching for your hand, our love a distant voice,
we have no image - we are light"
--Peter Murphy, "Cascade"
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He who dies with the most toys, is still dead.
- Steve Hogarth
Thanx for the faves!
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WINTER BOTTOM COLD
WHITE LIES HERE AROUND MY SKIN
DIE NOW DEPRESSION!
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WINTER BOTTOM COLD
WHITE LIES HERE AROUND MY SKIN
DIE NOW DEPRESSION!
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"Waiting for you, you look so close,
we walk a thousand stairs
Aching for your hand, our love a distant voice,
we have no image - we are light"
--Peter Murphy, "Cascade"
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