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By beckyann1110 Date: 2002 Aug 11 Comment on this Work [[2002.08.11.19.41.8110]] |
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Tart kisses are still sticky on my lips. My pulse still sprints. The rest of life still stands apart from this day, still shies from these moments. I still steadily breathe as I think of the rhythm in my breath-- In. Out. I remember the breathing still so fast-- In. Out. I feel still sensual, yet still scared, still surrounded by you. My innocence has still since scuttled away, leaving me still sitting in this bed-- feeling still solitary-- with you still squeezing my hand. |