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[02 Oct 2009|03:22pm] |
talking to you is like
making love
in a deep well
scooping fistfulls of oxygen with every word
spinning into the soft earth
to carve a path of fire
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[02 Oct 2009|04:18pm] |
two candles burned alone upon two desks
and carefully they spent each other's breath
and one was tall and one was small and neither knew which way
to stretch
its arms
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