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By chris Date: 2004 Apr 29 Comment on this Work [[2004.04.29.16.44.12118]] |
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ten kisses from forehead to breasts lying across the bed warm noon desert air blowing through the blinds each kiss a life with no rewind promising nothing but the moment itself making and breaking no vows to me no vows to you lost and ecstatic out in the elements under perfect blue |