poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit

You touched me and I naked felt you deepest inside Huge beautiful eyes offered smiles in their light I was blinded My bobbing head on your chest and I still inside of you our hearts pulsing so close our blood could run together How my ears crave now for the breathy song of your echolalia [6/21/98]
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