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existential infidelity
turtlepoet

She sat and we made love,
 1
never touched,
 2
  not a lip kissed,
 3
but we made love.
 4
 
 
She smiled and I wept,
 5
not a tear shed,
 6
  nor a distorted whimper,
 7
but I cried.
 8
 
 
she spoke and I died,
 9
no rigor mortis,
 10
  no worms eating my flesh,
 11
but I died.
 12
 
 
she danced and I was hypnotized,
 13
she spoke, I died,
 14
she smiled, I wept,
 15
she sat and we made love;
 16
 
 
 
 
or maybe we just fucked
 17

25 Feb 06


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Lose line 17
 — unknown

lol

so much good stuff ere today

gone tomorrow


woger
 — unknown

Wow.  Good, good, good..
 — CervusWright

so sad. . . at first it seems so happy but the end. . . seems so sad. . . so. . . . settling, like you lowerd your standards. im glad your happier now ^^
 — LycanStorm

yes, lose L17...otherwise a nice, little write
 — poetbill

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