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A Strenuous Recollection (Free verse) by Doug

Between longest hour (and sand quick day), torpor sets in the tongue. And this quickening lassitude- dries even up the wettest lust to an unkempt,unchaste crust, of lapse and indifference- of long past passion(behind a hope), of original lick of flat,tan stomachs. Intrigue lose in a ran-out inkwell, dim blots of flushed eruptions. The first fondle of new,moist,electric swell- has turned to a strenuous recollection.

horus8 11-Jun-04/7:06 PM
Change "hope" to Pope, and then I believe you'll still have fleck, but it will be HOLY fleck.




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