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By Rhetoric Date: 2001 Aug 30 Comment on this Work [[2001.08.30.10.36.28484]] |
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Constant Cravings buzz my ear I watch you dance across mahogany stained oak sets you afire with scents of clove and sandalwood burning me down to nubs of shrinking flesh that needs to rubbed for warmth and healing hands calm the raging burn Silent Laughter trickles my way you raise a brow in protest to the dew that steals us from the night until morn I lay awake smelling and longing for a day that passed and I never touched you in ways that sent birds into flight far from dances and winds that save me |