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By Liz Date: 2002 Dec 04 Comment on this Work [[2002.12.04.03.48.17905]] |
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There is no gauzy aura around this love there is only hunger and need, passion and power. There are no safe places, no unconquered terrain, you see me see through me, you touch me and smell me devour and taste me. You tread the corridors of my brain, you fill my lungs with air your fingers are curled tightly around my heart. You discover me in bits and pieces and you show to me a self I do not recognize. Am I becoming what you have made me? Or is this who I should have been all along? |