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Waiting, tumbling. Tossing, turning. Are the plus signs from those lips decietful? Are they mere tricks? To push, or to pull. What is to cause the stir? Where are you? Why are you? When are you? You. We. As time travels by each number, growing faster…Will we ever know? One does know, but shall keep silent though there is a storm building in this chamber. Chamber full of secrets, full of lies, full of love, full of want, full of you. You’ll perhaps wait ‘till it expands and contracts it’s last breath. Where Joan marches on and praises you. Will she be there? Will she sigh against you and listen to every word like it’s the sole thing her life depends on? Does her eyes blaze afire? Or is that not your desire…what is it; your desire? -M.H.

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