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2004-03-30 cold & empty cats cry & neighbours scream dashing the dishes against our bedroom wall. It's so very cold &&& so very hostile but I hold closer to the beautygirl beside me with the smudged black eyeliner & looks to kill She pulsates with life {so much energy in such a frail body] She is intoxicating filling my life with candy sweet love & sparkling poetry I stretch and wrap my arms around her covering her bare chest && in response she traces the curves of my lips telling me not to worry she puts one hand over my breasts & one hand in mine so I'll wake up if her heart stops beating |