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By Laurel Ahlfeld Date: 2010 Mar 18 Comment on this Work [[2010.03.18.09.53.30170]] |
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Two hours' time is not enough to breathe you, to sip To melt my lips against the heat of your neck To let my fingers drip into the spaces of your grip When time should fix against the stick pitch But it slip, slip, slips- Leaving only savors of deep night's liquid kiss |