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You have kissed me a thousand times, yet every single kiss attains the potency of myth, even when its meaning should have dissipated into the thousand.
Happy Valentine's Day, my love.
posted by Maryanne Moll | 10:59 PM
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14 February 2009
You have kissed me a thousand times, yet every single kiss attains the potency of myth, even when its meaning should have dissipated into the thousand.
Happy Valentine's Day, my love.
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