love was dead
it made me sick too
pug shrug ugly
past tense dreams
i didn’t have any chance
selecting
where was hope
i hadn’t seen it
a long time
lonely me
my dice time again tonight
i found you
we watched eyes
but we found your belt
stars twinkled
breathlessly
putting my hand racing time
we both gasped
secret now
secret forever
this was our
only chance
this was our only real hope
still got caught
Sunday, July 08, 2007
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"pug shrug ugly", not sure you can get any uglier than that. Even caught, you had the memory. Your light saber has torched another fine one here!!
Thanks Pat. You're right, of course. Terry caught me up with his insidious enjoyment of the form Shadorma. Yes this is a Shadorma. I glad you enjoyed it, my friend.
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