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august 8th, 2004 / 3:01 a.m.
the smell of stagnant sex still permeates out of my room. clothes thrown about like it was the end of the world and we had but few precious minutes left. i still remember the passion in your eyes. the lust on your lips. moments like this aren't meant to last long. but minutes past like hours and the moment is completely ours. i still get short of breath and breathe deeply thinking about the way you did..the way i was when..the way we...