A Black Feather, A poison pen... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ...and a day lightning flashes and a few sparse raindrops hit the ground. same glowing embers burning inside forlorn longing, vague sense of something at least a little unrequited. the want for what endures in the heart and the forward brain same ache of unfed desire, blood-rush like jet engines, pulsing in my ears in the silent, empty night, a hunger that burns in a whole other light. what was, still is. and remains so for you 12:32 a.m. - 2003-07-21 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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