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By Zerch Date: 2001 Jun 29 Comment on this Work [[2001.06.29.22.35.18076]] |
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Pungent ordors hang heavy in the heated air; Ordors of the mixture of us. I feel you squeeze me tightly at the thrill of our release. Through your eyes your soul reveals all. I feel you; I taste you; I know you. Then in the midst of all this I wonder how, How can this be? Then I wake up to the realization of How. |