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Percolated down to every bone
Via the phone
When I heard your voice
Having a friendly tone--
At long last you have won--
My diffidence and anxiety gone
An electrifying ecstasy
Charged my heart's zone,
Who fate was
To ceaselessly lament and moan.
The vein inundating feeling
You evoked, anon,
Percolated down to every bone
To each love thirst
To atone!
Friday 23rd August 2019 8:57 am
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