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Jun 05, 2006 00:02

The night is pure and my blood is not.
What he said;
"Meet me in the park after dark
and we'll share sweat
under the willow tree"
His bones showing through his t-shirt,
Eyes looking up at me.
"I wanna be the taste in your mouth"
I tell him.
His spit drys on me.
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