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DrewTM |
Per your request, this
shall be my RSVP.
I know you. You know
more than that; you
know how I know.
And I didn't let my eyes
descend from the desk,
though I did glance down.
When you whispered in
my ear an unheard thing--
you had me then.
All I wanted to have was
a fast, mad dance with
magic and air.
But you don't care for
quick tricks, for kicks.
You crave me.
Me moves slow, and so
I'll slow to my own pace
to go toward you.
So yes, I shall be
in attendance at your feast.
Could you send an escort?
Please?
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