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Head First
by Ann Piatt
Wednesday, October 20, 2004
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Slip inside where siren sings where things one dreams reality brings into the light where right is seen and night is somewhere in between
Bodies pulse throb slow then race in pace with urgency's swollen face probes in wonder finds molten need where place is picked by hunger's greed
Arch and plunge where droplets cling where wings and steam like coil spring nestled tight tense and rest in extremes and morning is somewhere in between
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