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Short and Sweet
hunger shakes you
just loosen up your skin
nothing too close for comfort
nothing wanted
a poem, a painting, a dance
thrusts the world in the palm
of my hand
and i crush it
skip the weeping;
it is too cold for tears.
(c) 1999
just loosen up your skin
nothing too close for comfort
nothing wanted
a poem, a painting, a dance
thrusts the world in the palm
of my hand
and i crush it
skip the weeping;
it is too cold for tears.
(c) 1999
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Short and Sweet
Short and Sweet
