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By Laurel Ahlfeld Date: 2008 Sep 18 Comment on this Work [[2008.09.18.23.53.26982]] |
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The hungry hips of Lonely Press into my own Starved for love In the sullen black of night His coldness lays near me Too close for comfort My skin sent crawling Every sense on guard And I feel his bony hand Cold, clammy, starving Trace my silhouette Leaving hollowness behind At last his famished fingers Lock around my throat Choking tears out into pillows -Another night alone |