

A warm hand clasps a cold one,A warm hand clasps a cold one, Encircling arms like blankets-A warm hand clasps a cold one,
The air is snatched away for the moment-
There comes a dulled awareness of a chest, thumping as if something wished to escape-
And it does; as breath returns it soars; Skin becomes sensitive to every sensation-
Chemical signals arc like fireworks,


an enigma,an enigma,an enigma,
a logician's puzzle between depth and time, lacking proportion,
or perhaps some pieces, and that creates the true paradox-
Warm features drawn from the marble, a readily shining Greek stoic,
an irony to their chisel marks, a humor carefully etched-
I see in your eyes crinkled with a smile a reflection of my own,
and what else? &nbs
-fantastic movie
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"millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy sunday afternoon." -susan ertz
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Don't go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing.
It was here first.
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"millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy sunday afternoon." -susan ertz
yayyy!
i'll send you a message with my skype username. :]!
you're one of my favorite people that i've ever met.
i mean that. and i'm really glad i could help you smile. awesome.
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