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By it dosent matter Date: 2006 Mar 09 Comment on this Work [[2006.03.09.14.51.23079]] |
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unearthly yet so very much part of it conundrums what rock the mind the very soul imperil er... so i feel visage is a good word and all old english comes to thought Shakespeare what rocks in sudden instants as when you stand far too close like halfway cross the room its almost an attraction it rips right through tearing past mortal thought food for the animal caged deep within part of my essence answers lowest tones what form almost purr more part growl i reach and our fingers touch exquisite this what knifes past defenses low-keyed vibration in the hesitation then firmer press of fingertips flesh 'pon flesh i realize that all of this you feel it too... |