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15 November 2003

Your slow voice continues to snake through my mind, redoubling as it echoes.
The light touch of your tones have me heavy like an addict on opiates.
My eyelids weigh like stones and my head sways to your enchanting timbre.
The tease of your vocal rumblings have charmed me.

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