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By Violet Date: 2004 Dec 23 Comment on this Work [[2004.12.23.16.54.26498]] |
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the room is busy in the dull hum of conversation you can hear an ice cube hit the bottom of a glass on it's return from someone's lips we are close to eachother but not close enough your eyes seek mine out to let me know what you want when you watch me like this i feel very aware of every detail the weight of my earings, the air on my collar bones i picture us coming together in a hotel bed imagine the strange and yet familiar pressure of you against me a sip of wine to fill my mouth instead i bite my lip. |