First Call
By sneaker
Still feeling the heatof dancing in the dark to the music of the starsas our mutual friends discreetly turn their attentionto the titles of the books on the shelfI pick up the phoneand pray to my godsthe warmth I felt was not alcohol burning in the hourbut the glowing emberof fire struggling to breatheand that the number I dialsets the flame free18 November: Pick up, pick up! Written November 18th, 2001 © on Nov 18 2001 05:52 AM PST 0 • 8
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"Still feeling the heatof dancing in the dark to the music of the starsas our mutual friends discreetly turn their attentionto the titles of the books on the shelfI pick up the phoneand pray to my godsthe warmth I felt was not alcohol burning in the hourbut the glowing emberof fire struggling to breatheand that the number I dialsets the flame free18 November: Pick up, pick up!..."