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~Last song~
Pulse
throbbing, mesmerizing.
Finding it's way
through my veins
like a blood beat.
Entering through
the substructure
and forcing motion.
Sweat and tears
mixing into a human
cocktail of desire.
Skin against skin;
flesh demanding itself
of another.
Rhythmic churning
of fiery souls
all waiting for public
climax.
Last song
last steps
last strike
of a passion
that will never
die.
*dedicated to all who made the Chamber what it was.
throbbing, mesmerizing.
Finding it's way
through my veins
like a blood beat.
Entering through
the substructure
and forcing motion.
Sweat and tears
mixing into a human
cocktail of desire.
Skin against skin;
flesh demanding itself
of another.
Rhythmic churning
of fiery souls
all waiting for public
climax.
Last song
last steps
last strike
of a passion
that will never
die.
*dedicated to all who made the Chamber what it was.
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I'm sure there were tons of people there that I would have liked to have seen. I didn't get to say goodbye to hardly anyone before I left Atlanta.