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This Blows


This

eternity seems to

dim

after sex, lust, and beauty

are gone.

Should it though?

Why obsess

with touch and

feel,

when there is 

so much to 

touch and feel;

touch and feel;

feel and touch;

embrace?

Not exasperate.

This eternity does

just what the 

wind does:

blows.

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