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she said (Free verse) by Bill Z Bub

bodily proximity, pheromones, chemicals and whispered tones, entangled lives, or lonely souls; this is not love she said, with a bright lop-sided grin, pushing me down again to the mattress' wrinkled skin.

Fear of Garbage 17-Feb-03/5:17 PM
how quaint.
i give it an 8




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