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By jackryhme Date: 2001 Sep 29 Comment on this Work [[2001.09.29.01.12.9980]] |
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Mounting rhythm growing closer, tempo increases, blood flows faster, nervous, fear, energy tight, clamping hold. Heart skip, skip, skip, a beat, beat, choked, gasping, need breath, need release. Flight is locked and hopeless anyways for she has now , in gown of white, into this room stepped. Time that was once so crawling slow now is fleeting by, while all i wish is to look upon this beauty in white as she graces all these lives with none but me to truly know for she has come to be my wife. |