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tongue-tied
By KittyStryker
it's the way
your hands slide over me
like oil slick
like
grease
i pull away
unconsciously
and we never
talk about it
because
what's left to say?
we only
really
talk
when we're in bed
in
darkness
when we think
the other person
is
asleep
i wish
there was a way
to tell you
that i know
your hands
are clean
that i know
past betrayals
are not
yours
but
instead
i reach over
for
the light
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© 2006 Bast
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On Friday, March 3, 2006, Exodus
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wrote:
Your work is stunning. You really have a talent for this.
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On Thursday, February 2, 2006, Alanarchy
(1200) wrote:
Ouch. and the very filth in the unfaithful touch is sometimes all that's left between the skin and open wound. This cuts deep.
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On Thursday, February 2, 2006, TropicalSnowstorm
(1703) wrote:
Avoidence is perhaps the true opiate of the masses... I liked this piece very much. Ciao, T/S
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On Thursday, February 2, 2006, Railway_Butterfly
(354) wrote:
I so badly want to comment on this.. but, I fear I can't find anything to say that isn't going to sound annoying and insincere and like an exact repition of what Kristie has said.. meh. I'll come back to this..
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A former member wrote:
Of all of yours that I have read, it is the straightforward, blunt approach to writing that pulls me in for more.. and leaves me somehow.. unfulfilled.. like feeding an addiction in small doses.. it's amazing..where was I? extremely well written.
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