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You already know what I want to say as cold sweat drips down my back, down my face, down my chest, as I shiver in the sodden heat. I feel so sick without you, all liquid expelled from my system, puking in rat infested alleys, in stinking garbage cans, in dirty toilet bowls, my eyes blank wells of delusion. I tell myself, just one more time. I tell myself I need you. I need you to take the sick away, to wrap me in your warmth, your smoldering honeyed kiss. And so I prolong my agony by making myself forget, and for one moment of divine release I sacrifice my future, I sacrifice my morals, I sacrifice my soul, and suffer many hardships, trying to escape your rapture, trying to escape my fears, but with or without you, I am shattered, disolving into tears. |
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10/14/2007 2:46 am |
Greetings from London.. The poem is deeply intense and beautiful
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10/14/2007 3:35 pm |
hi
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10/16/2007 2:45 pm |
Thank you pa for your kind remarks, and greetings to you from Chicago. hi right back at you riyadh.
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