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By it dosent matter Date: 2002 Aug 25 Comment on this Work [[2002.08.25.15.08.12556]] |
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umm ehmm your umm beautiful i stammered out the first thing that came to mind well not quite the first first was an image of heaven with gates thrown wide pearlessent glow that blinds and out of this you stepped your aurora a nimbus of fire singeing me deep burning me true and i only of earth and mud curing under your heat till the dust flakes from flesh firm strong and i a new born man you i greet with tongue stuck from years of disuse i have stammered all i can and now i await to be turned back to mud or the man i was meant to be |