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By erin Date: 2002 Jul 27 Comment on this Work [[2002.07.27.22.24.6061]] |
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oh, the passion of the moment can be erased all so carelessly. with no words spoken. no answers offered. and when sleep becomes you i lay awake questioning: why it is that i am here when i am aware (that you don't love me and i don't love you)? dreams and wishes swirl as one as i imagine you. wanting more than my body. |