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By Bob Submitted by BlueDenim Date: 2002 Feb 07 Comment on this Work [[2002.02.07.11.05.5094]] |
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I know you, Like the way I know the smell of cloves From fifty feet away. I want you, Like the way a five year old wants Ice cream on a hot day. I love you, Like the way a pyromaniac loves To start a fire. I need you, Like the way an artist needs to find Beauty in this world. I miss you, Like the way a junkie misses heroin When in withdrawal. |