you are the only thing in any room you're ever in-- forget the hundred others pushing and swaying and sweating. it's your breath i can feel on the back of my neck, filling all the little spaces between my shirt and my skin, giving me chills. and you, of course, are unaware of how you're making me feel. and i, of course, don't tell you.
the music is like magic singing " my arms miss you, my hands miss you"
ooh if only you knew.
but of course i'd never tell you.
it swallows me, it eats me up.
it swallows me whole.
24 october 2009
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