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I move over blue shirt, green screen ofcash register, pink dress, blonde curls,chrome of fork and knives under small,bright spotlights, the red leathe..
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She feeds it like a plant,a little venus flytrap thatpatiently waits for the nextspoonful of mushy food- she occasionally steals a scoopfor herself; t..
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I am tiredheavy dark in my body,my mindMy head on yourchest, my arm under youand around youI open to see you smile,kiss my foreheadI smile, sigh, and ..
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Your chair sits askew atthe table,I have not pushed it inThere sits the memoryof youWe spoke playfully aswe ate, freely as twochildren exploring theex..
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Into the deep, deep downArabesque pique for all asI slip in unconscious frownThere is a waiting in me,friend-curved up from anending and I poise over ..
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And you're herein my mind again,moreso in all parts ofme that think, feel,dreamI cannot separate themI wish not to,for you are that whichI wish
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Fire carries herto me,urges me forward,dream-closeI fold around herand am enfolded, myface awash in her scent,I close my eyesas she kisses meFingers t..
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You are wonderand I am home lyingcurve to curve with youI am myself most next to you,just breathing the same air,and in it, youand in me, youWe share ..
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Holding sleep at bay,body fired by sparksin the mind tied tosecurity - a dreadful thingthat, takes you physicallyinto lapse where the mind'scaretaker ..
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my time-mind wantsprecedencescooping up expressiveparts of me, holding themtoo tightlysome break,smoosh together,crush out ofexistencewhat's left is b..
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