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By muryan Date: 2005 May 16 Comment on this Work [[2005.05.16.19.43.8447]] |
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These are the sheets we lay on between and within Pulled from the washer cold and damp Like a broken heart stripped of every sign of love. Gone is the sweat from the love we made the smell of cologne, perfume and sex. Gone is every wrinkle We loved into the threads. But the dryer will make them warm again Like you and I did last night. |