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By greysky Date: 2001 May 19 Comment on this Work [[2001.05.19.11.54.17021]] |
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To this my pillow softy scented fresh, tasting salt from last nights love, vent I my rage and wrath with screams of hurt, pain from one deceived in too recent past. Rip my night's shirt from passion heated breast, shred its material from sweated naked flesh. Deform this bed, marred by recent love, rip its sheets with unknown strength. To curl quietly shaking in corner far awaiting morn's sweet air to announce end of this nights pain as I fight to weep not thy name. |