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By chris Date: 2008 Nov 02 Comment on this Work [[2008.11.02.01.37.29435]] |
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you wore last night when you had nothing to put on and I gave you my t-shirt and boxers - still smelling slightly of you, the white of the cotton tinged now with the sharp newness of absence, of pain I never saw coming like the proverbial train on the track leading nowhere like what I'd hoped. |