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Edited on Mon Jun-27-05 10:10 PM by WindRavenX
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It was early morning. Still cool; quiet. The first waking moments of consciousness- soft and clean skin. And the city breeze that was coming in over our heads was metallic and welcoming. The apartment, small and organically clean, smelled of coffee and warm mineral water. I did not want to rise. But we must.
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In Central Park, where we walked among dust-bathed angels, we sought refuge from the midday heat. Under the green wings of cool trees we rested. Like dying stray dogs who at long last have found a place to lie without the fear of having their backs broken. We did not move, for a while, at least. Quietly napping while while the cool breeze (which was warm and filled with the rapturous voices of a happy and ignorant humanity) slowly euthanized us. We did not protest; For the day was such that none other will ever touch it. The distant wars and terror No longer existed. I have seen enough. Still I think I whimpered one last time before the sun moved over my face. All was quiet. You, lying in a deep and cool sleep, did not stir.
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Please take this as a compliment: You are the first person I have slept with. Not the first I have made love to- For there have been other men Lesser spirits that have penetrated me. But you are the only one I have truly slept with. You are the only one who Brought me sleep of ignorance, deafness Peace.
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