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By Oft felt Date: 2002 Apr 06 Comment on this Work [[2002.04.06.00.41.4906]] |
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breathe me... fire... this from your lungs to mine as our lips meet in battle true this our struggle to consume of each... every worldly mote our tougues... our staffs of life and death to tangle, joust, suckle, fend teeth to catch at lips hold for gentle time but not forgotten this we fight not a battle to be lost even in softest times our lips are met battle resumes fighting to be closer to be held for all of endless time... |