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she brings this liberation that I just can't define
Then and now
Written at 6:20 AM on Wednesday, May 7, 2008

In my corrupted dreams and confessions.
It was quick lithe tempos
And cymbal slashing heart beats.
Chrome tipped hot passion
Sweat stained arc welding
Rhythmic rationale with Yeates overtones
Liquid glass over clenched fists.
It was love at it's glorious peak.
And it was mine.