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By MichaelT(cranky) Submitted by Michael() Date: 2007 Oct 02 Comment on this Work [[2007.10.02.21.03.25483]] |
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At the root of it, this is tiring. Here we abide. All dressed up with nothing to hide. Pressing flesh, freeing fascia. We lavish on the luxury of love unspoken. Celebrate the now and the trust unbroken. Forget the rest. Forget the smoke and feed the flame. Who needs the promise of a fickle name? Who wrote the rules to the silly game? Where be the window looking out one soul? Wherefore bar the door and for what goal? What's the point? |