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Once upon a time, there lived a little girl. More than anything in the whole wide world, this little girl wanted to be loved. She searched many, many foreign places for love. She kissed many toads for love. She loved and she loved and she loved. The more she loved, the harder it became. Her tiny little heart was fading. Layers and layers of molten skin were binding her. Finally, the little girl exploded. She began lashing out at everything and everyone in sight. Bolts of lightning were striking all she touched and did not touch. She began to spin out of control. As she spun, rings and rings were spinning off of her painting the earth. Many colors began flying throughout the air. Suddenly, she was naked. She looked into the water and there, she found her love. Now, to find the prince…

Friday, August 8, 2008

Love?


To read someone's words
bringing such luxuries of life
the luxury of relating
the luxury of understanding
may take time
make take more than one reading
but to read and to know
or is it just something inside
that moves you
almost as if the same air you breathe
all you know is
damn
it just feels good
that warm fuzzy feeling
wrapping arms around you
and then peeling it off
to reveal nakedness of the flesh
running freely through the fields
whatever it is
I just like it
and the best thing about it is
it doesn't stop with me
it flows through me
to engulf all around me
a sense of safety
of falling in
of just being

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