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By it dosent matter Date: 2003 Aug 27 Comment on this Work [[2003.08.27.00.18.15338]] |
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dense this atmosphere with heat that leaves trails of sweat drying under a blow torch breeze and salt remains as residue to color white sun bronzed flesh aching for the coolness of simple waters caress its evaporation to dry away leaving cool for instants time skin too warm from suns sultry kiss yet even now would i wish to trade with you one soft touch from smoldering lips to burn away endless desires to light anew fires of timelessness so baked without would i bake within find a single.. perfect moment bliss.... |