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Submitted by frost42_24 on Tue, 11/30/1999 - 3:00am.
And I am the expressionist
Fumbling through and
Slowly time taking
Delighting in the mixture
Where I spin in
To you when you
Are knowing my substance
God, yes, He knows it
Doesn't take much
To give myself over
To your sweetness
Task line swamped
Just to beckon
For you
Living in an awareness
Others cannot grasp
Hips move
And the smooth lacquer
Of your body coating me
A trace of you remains
In the pocket of my memory
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