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By spaceman Date: 2002 Apr 25 Comment on this Work [[2002.04.25.03.28.31117]] |
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Your head inclined your laughter tinkling... I can feel the heat across this room emanating from you and him and all my dreams and fantasies so clear a moment ago start to blur around the edges, and fear like I have never tasted slips over me. Fear tastes metallic like gunmetal my jealousy seasons with a bitter sting but loss... loss is a dish I pray you won't be offering... |