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By nothing Date: 2001 Dec 15 Comment on this Work [[2001.12.15.03.07.6856]] |
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disintegrating motor too close to hear only fear now hard to hold a heart beating so very fast hurts crouched lower to a ball and yet the pain only grows grows grows hold me on a moonless night share with me your warmth comfort me in my darkness for when times are hardest then i will need the most the memory of scents of touch of caress sweet lips heated breath to stem this pain that now begins and slowly grows |