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2008/03/07

they came ~

Two insatiables came. As two knocked on doors. Wa s round the bend. where their hair went.or two words creating an epic simile hangin on to the edge its bivouacked lake. round the image of your sudden face. lips. yellowed by the Sun.and theT Desire machine. Light. and Darkness, then love. love's flapping wind. Not shame, as it stood in the shadows . A finder's keeper's fee. Or love that , o I mean love like that. Close to three o'clock. Rock~ .