| Pill Our future lives in the past, Hidden desire for all the loves I've spilt. Floods of geometric design and the beauty of chaos, full tilt I feel you are. Your face hovers here- but The past can never be. So I wasted my blood for you. And Your body is bound here- I hear you in me. Pour on me in gentle fullness Tiny drops that bring dew fire Disconnected from the surface we will plunge deep within �2001 Christa Midcap |
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