Sunday 11/12/2006 02:42:00 AM

The angle of the kiss. So acute. The turmoul in the touch. So frantic.

Thrust. Tooo true. Broken specimen.

This was love. As much as I could. This was happiness.

As much as I'd ever know.

Of it.

So many. So few.

Were there a way to measure.

How close.

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