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i want to mount the stairs
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to some long-forgotten Sun temple
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and resurrect a sacrificial God
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with blood
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and pleas
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for more, more, more of this:
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    I
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    you under a street lamp, feinting,
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    moving all around me in the hours
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    before morning. You,
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    tracing your fingertips along my inner arm,
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    finding those ancient scars, wavering, but knowing
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    to ask later.
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    II
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    you under a street lamp, heat lightning
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    touching down all around us, hours
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    (just hours) before you
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    disintegrate into all my longings. Gone
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    for a small century, working. Me not knowing
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    how to kiss you
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        --better than this.
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30 Jul 10

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I want to mount the stairs...oh man thats funny...i know what you mean. :)
 — jenakajoffer

Is this a re-post? I do love this one.
 — mandolyn
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