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Morning conflict (Free verse) by INTRANSIT

Longing for my jump start yet resisting, I feel your pull. I will not give in! Iwill grind you into powder! You retaliate by grasping my nostrils with your brutal perfume. I attempt at turning tables and scald your remains. Saturated, you leak into the urn and I am triumphant. Alas I am not. For I drink from thy urn.

god'swife 24-Sep-02/8:19 AM
This is adorable. I don't understand the lack of triumph at the end.




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