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By wistful Date: 2001 Jun 06 Comment on this Work [[2001.06.06.01.20.18490]] |
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Gone. Once we sat, heads touching, talking Never wanting nights to end Ending came just the same Done. Our warm bodies blended softly Near the peak of esctasy Even then, i knew "we" would not remain. Over. Very few have ever known Each point of pleasure that we shared, yet Restless heart, you'll ne'r be tamed. No matter which way you read it, Over or down, it's still the same. Love has flown, no doubt about it Over, done and gone. Violet shades of dusk surround us Evening closes and night reclaims |