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By chris Date: 2007 Mar 21 Comment on this Work [[2007.03.21.22.50.29490]] |
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Like sex when it's making love Like sex when it's fucking and the hour is midnight and you can hear jazz on the radio all the way from Chicago Like biting into an apple from the tree of knowledge and lust and finding it sour but eating it anyway Like your breath on the back of my neck slow and even and perfect as you sleep Like the soft sound of running water in the bathroom afterward and the thin strip of light under the door Like going outside and smoking a cigarette as it rains for the first time in recent memory |