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She enterslike a scream.He hopedfor a saviourbutshe was on him,a heatrash.But she's not touching.Nevertouching.Achingly aloof.Until tongue unhingesFlapping free in the breeze.She laughsat the truthhe relates.'Liar.'But she loves it. Written September 16th, 2001 © on Sep 16 2001 02:59 AM PST, Louise Bell 0 • 14
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"She enterslike a scream.He hopedfor a saviourbutshe was on him,a heatrash.But she's not touching.Nevertouching.Achingly aloof.Until tongue unhingesFlapping free in the breeze.She laughsat the truthhe relates.'Liar.'But she loves it...."