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By Rhetoric Date: 2001 Nov 07 Comment on this Work [[2001.11.07.14.37.15552]] |
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I ask you if I should leave; this house, your home, our dwelling. A question that prays, begs (screams) for a kind answer - I await your response on needles. I know I often laugh too loudly in a crowd and look too sweetly at the eyes of a stranger, but I do love you more than any other in this world. How can I break the glass that has fashioned itself between our touch? |