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By Violet Date: 2002 Nov 27 Comment on this Work [[2002.11.27.12.50.6490]] |
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My lips and hands are full of you flashing lights and beating pulse as you draw near tangled in tinsel and tortured by a flickering tongue i don't need mistletoe to drive this fire home swallowing kisses like cinnamon stars, i drink you in pine fronds bend under the weight of snowflakes and we melt beneath, above, and against eachother embracing and laughing and sinning two angels fallen like snow |