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| metalhead (profile) wrote, on 9-10-2008 at 12:17am | |
| We were Silent In a sea of your hair, Soft like leaves from grape vines, Sweet like the smell Of pulpy fig flesh. Secreted away, nestled In labyrinthine embraces Of pomegranate rind I found your fingers In the vast orchard That felt no warmth Before your heat |
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guajiragoddess | 09-16-08 9:55am "pulpy fig flesh"
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