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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2014-08-18 | | sunset your lips taste like bacon and cheese forbidden tastes the sky colored all red your sparkling saliva lighting up the lanterns of desire like cleggs waking up a torpid horse it was then that i felt being left behind when i was most craving for presence the strangest feeling of all and your hand touching something that once used to be mine (i think) something i couldn't make sense of anymore while i watched you making love with some kind of rock or some kind of tree i thought that only because all of them were you none of them could be me and the thought faded like a mere shadow rushing over your body without living any trace all was absence and presence altogether truth and lie all over again befriended darkness and light sharing both the skies and the earth undivided and unmingled.
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