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What We Call Love...
what we call love...
sands trickling through
an hourglass,
on a bare table,
in an empty room.
what we desire...
total and reckless
abandon,
drenched in touch!
what stands between us...
the tight grip of your hands
on your bags!
poem
by
Eric Cockrell
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