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By kevin urenda Date: 2003 Apr 18 Comment on this Work [[2003.04.18.23.56.4892]] |
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Once when the flavors of you were still wet on my lips your hunger fed my expectant tongue and we satisfied our senselessness with the pride of belonging in each others arms Now I struggle for even a glimpse of what that used to be like and how love used to feel 9/27/01 |