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garden of impurity



rapture damns the mind



you speak to me with such sweet pain in your near every word



I am need wearing the coat of bliss



ecstacy harrassed by seperation



worry has so much to answer for



I long for the day to day mediocrity and angst that your eyes so generously promise



I am defeat wearing the crown of hope



memory itself fighting to NOT forget the taste of your fingers shushing my lips as you begged me not to cry



I can still hear the silent words your eyes spoke so eloquently into my soul



right before I turned to go into that un-life-like airport



circumstance dragged me so cruelly away and though I am here now thousands of miles from you



know in my soul and HEART



I NEVER left your side that hot muggy night in that Bombay airport's parking lot......

Aug 1,2001(1235am)