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Mark Webster |
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photo allposters.com Used I used to be a desire,fragrant air to hungry lungs drunk through pores consumed in eager bites. Used to be a desire; food of famished soul greedily gulped, availed to satisfy satiate yearnings. I used to be an appeasing feast with able, slight hand offering split loaves, scooped wine from still waters. I used to be your hunger’s prize and this, my love, was understood. Now, gorged by lover’s indulgence, you dream away full bellied, satisfied. © Mark Webster 2003. All rights reserved. |
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Third Edition ~Editors: Mia, T. Birch, PJ Nights and Kathryn Koromilas ~ |
