Panting, ranting, running out of energy. All left to our spinning devices. Man and woman alike, left to our desires' devices. Eros invites us. And finally our hunger; our blind hunger for each other. Our blind adherence to love. Our blind gift between you and me. You on your pedestal, me on my typer. You singing songs, posting playing songs and me the viper, writing ditties I hope you'll encounter, I hope you'll interpret, you and I in lasting embrace.
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