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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