This Blows

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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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