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Apr. 22, 2002 ] 2:44 AM
Tracing his smooth ocellated back
Playing join the dots with a finger
Feather touching, feather stroking
The smooth curve of his spine
The welts raised by the same
Foolish prankster that made
Me realise that love kisses you
Sometimes and at other times
Slams you into the wall
Where you pant catching your breath
And holding your ribs from that ache
In your heart where you feel
Those precious moments deliquescing
Into petty mundane memories regressing
Into regretful lost happiness.

When will I see you again?
wax ] wane
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