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By Galadrial Date: 2002 Feb 02 Comment on this Work [[2002.02.02.00.16.23970]] |
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You do not know what I feel when you speak low, serious urgent, do not even guess what flows from you cresting over me and desire want and need are not even the bare clue and no, not even hunger will suffice. I feel the empty gut of your soul laid back against your back bone--- craving for so long that hope is not even a husk in your heart. Something barely hidden in you that you are used to being unseen, something too long untouched, that you will not even give it a name. But say what you like--- you are afraid of me, afraid to wallow in my taste--- because I am not a journey. I am a not a destination. I am a stopping point, that will fuel your next progression. And you feel the pull know that one taste might send you ravening, may fill the empty--- but what will happen when you feel the hunger again, after you have known what it was to be fed from the apex of an old soul? |