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By spaceman Date: 2002 Jul 15 Comment on this Work [[2002.07.15.14.50.18896]] |
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The world cracked open granite crumbled and shook dawn spilled violet, orange across the eastern sky ocean waves rushed hard, fast and high as the blood rising in my latent veins. The Fourth of July's got nothing on the spectacle of light that flashed against my closed eyes and the miracle of sensation opened up in me again when I supposed it had gone forever. All of this in one sudden, stolen kiss. |