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Tuesday, April 15, 2003 A Piece of Micro Fiction More creative stuff... thus far it doesn't have a title, so if you have ideas let me know. :-) It begins because you long for acceptance, then companionship, then affection, then love, and then you realize one day that you’ve been trying to satisfy a need your young voice never recognized was there, a bitter beehive you can’t sweeten with one-night stands and we’ve-been-dating-for-months-so-it’s-about-times that just make the honey worse, because dry mornings when they’re gone you sit enveloped in the bareness of your room wondering if there isn’t more to love then sweaty palms and parted mouths because isn’t this supposed to be deeper than the physical—you’re shriveled like an apple but don’t know how, you don’t want to turn away, even that one time in the bathroom of that restaurant and now you joke and laugh that you were so drunk but somehow you know you’ve given another piece of soul away but hey, it’s ok to have a little fun and you say that’s all you want but when the vodka clears you chew again on day-old conversations in the kitchen; Josh said God is love but is his different, unconditional? ^ Top | 1:35 AM | | | 
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