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By it dosent matter Date: 2006 Mar 19 Comment on this Work [[2006.03.19.13.14.15003]] |
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storm beating walls of wind howling in its might tearing ripping thrusting free... pummeling the muscles like a steady heavy rain and us caught within electric charged this eve tendrils stream from every pore igniting as with light and it burns.... so very cold within this wind and it burns... i look so deep to your eyes and it burns... i take your hands clothes plastered till second skin alive... to sensation... a movement to the first sends chills racing along the spine thousands of fingers slowly caressing and the second awakens to needs... |