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By kevin urenda Date: 2002 Sep 10 Comment on this Work [[2002.09.10.04.45.1843]] |
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I despair of ever making you cry out in the colors of ecstasy you always dreamt in when you went to sleep with my name on your lips sticky like the honey I always search for greedily from the depths of the universe named after you and a reality that once existed between your lovely thighs oh grant me one last moment to savor every single shade of the ecstasy even you never believed in the gold at the end of a rainbow of our true desire 08/04, 09/04/02 |