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tingle
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Tess
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mindfuck come over (random?)
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not enough appreciation
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maybe it's you, maybe its how i feel about you. maybe it's me, and i'm crazy. you make me tingle. you excite my heart, and it's showing.
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girl_jane
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I can't tell if my shivers and goosebumps are from the cold or from your touch- hands and finger tips
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yummyC
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im stealing words form one side of blather, and moving them to the next. this should be fun. I feel all tingly inside
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Sundari Raine
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We eat lunch in the English hall, our backs uncomfortably stabbed by locker hinges and our feet crossed under our legs or folded to one side. They fall asleep if you forget to move, and then, standing up, you'll fall down. But sometimes, you can balance on nothing, on legs so numb they're not there, and your only support is from fingertips brushing by a green locker in passing.
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dandy
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Some people make a heat like a patch of sun indoors in the winter, heat a coil around my bones. others leave me cold, but not in any bad sense. I get goosebumps and my hair would jump end for end if it would fly out like porcupine quills at something that is between threat and thrill. others touch me as if they are water, air or myself against my skin and I don't notice them. they are natural.
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pSyche
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My leg is pins and needles; I stand up and stomp on it. The wind is creeping across my neck; my leg aches with the creeping rush of blood. Pins and needles. Your nails scrape across my bare skin And as we kiss, I know that this isn't what love is.
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071006
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
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