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Wednesday Nov 13, 2002

Nov 13, 2002
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My body cries out for something
Stifled cries that are lost
Dissipating into that great beyond
and each sound muted
from now until the end of days
your sheets envelop me
i defiantly refuse to cautiously crack the door
but then fling it wide open
recklessly
you enter with a brazen bravado
slip inside me
and then leave so softly
i wake alone
i can smell you
your room feels like a womb
or maybe that is my heart
deflecting a glance is so hard
and yet deflecting a desire is inconceivable
why must I have conquered the toughest pain
only to be reduced to tears over trivialities
i have been forced
glazzies proped open
to look inside my soul
can you stand to peek between the strands
five cents a peep
no wait!
don't look because it might alter you forever
i looked once
and i can never return to a place
where the green smell of the grass
permeates those tender nostrils
and the cars are all small
the cider flows freely
and my heart
i forgot and left it there
a pity for it will wait in eternity for me there
pining for my roughened hands
to cup it and replace it where it belongs
gashing open my chest once more
everything has it's place here
and when you whisper in my ear
it is as if i have touched an angel on high
just touch my cheek once
for if my heart is found
i need the trace of you on my skin
it's like some magic
sans those capes and wands
just that flourishing touch
where i breath in and out
and you in synchoneity
it's like i french inhale you
and you breeze inside me
l need some oxygen
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thedevilman:
Sounds like someone had a pretty good night.....

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Nov 14, 2002
thedevilman:
See, now I'da thunk that you'd write that after getting you some...

When I get none, and solitude to boot, my poetry comes out like this:

"Grumble, grumble grumble,
Grrrrrr
Grumble grumble, grumble"
Nov 15, 2002

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