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March 30, 2013
Hard as a rock, my enlivened flesh pumps lava like kisses in the dented break of day, stippling that core of darkness, surging your font of light so thick as to drown regard of denying desire's chortle in the plenty of giving; how I might cheer our widening river, its raging rapids, its calm swirling pools, its ripping currents, its engorged life teeming wild, I can only smile a private kind of smile that only you can hold for its implied truth being aside all the other truths you carry in your mind, body and soul treasuring privately this hardness.