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By whisper Date: 2002 Sep 01 Comment on this Work [[2002.09.01.22.32.20282]] |
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dreams of kisses under starlight and a never-ending embrace in the cool of the night breathing as one inhale exhale....my eyes open a haze of lint and the sweet smell of fabric softener dryers spinning shirts and pant spiral into a kaliedescope of colors the steady rythym of the washing machines slosh slosh slosh stop slosh slosh slosh a whirring dryer vibrates against my skull tickling my brain i think of her on this day more than any other oh how loathesome to be alone at the laundry mat on Valentines |