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[bodytext] => How soon those eyes of yours stretch across to grab me by the soul and squeeze til heart drops drip drip drip and my knees clank away shaking. Each time I say I will not let these feelings sway: my common sense turns away abandoning me; my helpless self my angry self my begrudging self all line up inside me and caterwaul; leaving me exposed to fiery Excitements Touch poised above my soul straining against Respondment's call but l am losing the will my soul fluid dripping away. . Where is the key you have which unlocks my door? Where is the silent heart switch which clicks which turns on my heart? Where is that definition of love that here fits? What is the core of that mystery I share with you even when I don't want to: when I want really want to hide or run; when my tent flap is closed it opens by my own hand against my will and I am always surprised wondering what part of my brain worked that hand despite the other brain part saying no, don't reach don't go but I do; streaming in my wake abandoned regrets and doubt; as our silhouettes merge in this holiday tent; I hear a night owl go hoot. Hoot. Amy's in the fire-pit soul aflame memory gone. Heart spent recklessly on another night with you in the warm summer souls joined. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 141 [topic] => 43 [informant] => lnnie [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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