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Madhuri (
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2017-11-26 05:51 pm (UTC)
The park!
[She was seated in the grass, jotting down a few lyrics before she set it all aside and readied her guitar. Now, how would the next verse go?]
Fire, born of the flames of desire,
This fire, give in to the hunger, give into the hunger,
Cast off your ablution, let passion run wild-
[Ah, here comes somebody. Her fingers were still upon the strings and she canted her head curiously.]
Ah. I'm not being shooed away from here, am I?
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The park!
Fire, born of the flames of desire,
This fire, give in to the hunger, give into the hunger,
Cast off your ablution, let passion run wild-
[Ah, here comes somebody. Her fingers were still upon the strings and she canted her head curiously.]
Ah. I'm not being shooed away from here, am I?