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By dev0n Date: 2001 Nov 13 Comment on this Work [[2001.11.13.22.08.22152]] |
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our love is a beach not a sandy one in the summer with a warm breeze and the smell of salt and sunscreen dancing in the air but a rocky one in a mid-winter storm with rain and wind and no smell because our noses are numb and in the middle of this beach, this storm, we stand, holding onto each other, frozen fingers entwined, completely oblivious to everything except our eyes the deepness of yours floodding into the deepness of mine |