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By stack Date: 2004 Jun 12 Comment on this Work [[2004.06.12.00.15.4425]] |
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this tired face, freckled with the dust of the road, peers into your windows brought to bay by desire I hunger only for what is forbidden: Adam eying the apple, mouth moist and tongue already tasting only to be disappointed, for once the fruit is plucked, bitten into, savoured, and swallowed it is gone (and I am still hungry) |