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By Arwen Date: 2001 Sep 27 Comment on this Work [[2001.09.27.17.30.31462]] |
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The promise of a molasses night. Sticky, sweet flow, inching forward. Thick fingers reaching, cautiously enfolding, daylight, within it's grip. The slow rise, long awaited, at last welcomed. Each moment, savored. As the flavor of darkness, lies full on my tongue. Sugared time, heady sustenance, swallowed greedily, by a rushing dawn. ~S.McC~ |