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Sep 2012
You never think of me.
I drown in a well of misery.
You never wanted me.
I haunted that bell you ring to my despair my sadness sings,
two tongues tied and our hunger died,
or our well dried to totem touch or hunger drips to tip toe soul,
hungry passion a maze of hunger that burns the fire of our love.
Harpo Rhum
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