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By Lydia Date: 2004 Nov 15 Comment on this Work [[2004.11.15.17.53.11070]] |
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if this blanket be love, then I am under its weight not wrapping into it, but lunging to surface myself rightly atop if your kiss confesses intention, alight me with your palm never mouth these moods upon my skin and lips we twirl around the splendor, knowing to dance evermore |