There was always so much placid; sopping time in between the notes
The stillness became sadness
Then spring came and summer and rendezvous
Time supersedes reality in the climaxes of the soul
That hand is not his or hers but moves just the same
around and around...
The contiuum is not reality based
The alarm goes off; the snooze button is pushed
Like multiple orgasms
and goodbye baby translates into-
You'll never see me again
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