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[aid] => mick
[title] => Alien but human. Toxic, but sweet.
[time] => 2009-06-02 00:22:09
[hometext] => i told a friend, how this is not taboo, but now that im doing it, ive no clue what to do
[bodytext] => She's many moons to the future when my moon is from the past She took two steps, almost in a gaze. Her legs moved beneath her because she, herself, was too much in shock to command them to. Taking in air and blood, while I bleed away my virgin skin. Too distant...fading. She came close, more aware now. Still lost, but wanting. Her lips, trembled slightly in a welcoming way. I saw her eyes...so fiery and hopeful. Learning to decieve with words, as I learned to be decieved. Sorrow, nonexistent. Pain, still dormant. Pleasure, love and cherishment, are just an illusion-like fantasy soon to fade with the passing orbits. I leaned in, but she kissed. Held her breathe. I exhaled into her. She breathed it in and kissed some more. How is this? Time and panic, all locked up in a box. Opened by only the one who opens it. So many moons. Turning tables, and passing winds. Rising tides and slowing heartbeats. Blood flows through the Earth more abundantly. But never like it used to. I know that....she doesn't. All these changes, were done in such a sweet, short time. But so densely packed with each solar flare. With each global cooldown. With each blink of God. It is quiet out here...but I earned that silence. She still has one more day to live. One more life to experience. ..............................................................................I made love to a girl. But she was fourteen. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 196 [topic] => 33 [informant] => beefybeebuzz [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SecretLove )
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