Whenever she’s around, I gotta wait. My eyes enlarge and my heart palpitates. If I manage to not faint, I start walking queer and quaint. Inexplicably got the shakes. I quiver and I quake When she ain’t in town, I burn and pine down till I’m nothing found but tears on the hard ground. A … <a class="more-link" href="http://ground000.wordpress.com/2013/05/09/blackhole/">Keep reading <span class="meta-nav">→</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=ground000.wordpress.com&blog=32084475&post=1223&subd=ground000&ref=&feed=1" width="1" height="1" />
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