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More than words. 3/3/04
I’m pretending you’re beside me
Your pale flesh illuminating in the moonlight
Counting the tiny hairs on the back of your neck that rose as the summer winds blew cool through these sapphire curtains; winds that blew in from the darkness like this love.
My fingertips trace the structures of your skeleton; a never ending carcass – you’d never let me go hungry.
You and I are warriors; the flowers that rise from ash on this sweet battleground.
The winds whisper softly through the windows:
I love you.
