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By kevin urenda Date: 2002 Mar 09 Comment on this Work [[2002.03.09.06.06.27790]] |
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the axis of symmetry about which I once revolved seemed perfect once when I still heard the sounds of my own dreaming and now that I am used to being out of round I wobble quietly with a rhythm of desperation still knowing that there is a perfection out there waiting to hold me in her arms and distill the essence of forever in a single moment of that first kiss... 02/12/02 |