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partly empty partly filled with frightened child once wet and chilled, now spinning: mild at first, with promise soon of dry and warm and calm, a boon drawn nigh for troubled soul… but—damp remaining—heat applied, the motor straining, fierce inside and stirring up, though motive warming, new eruptions—warmth transforming— thirsty, in control… thus search for love reverts to lust, the fruit thereof stillborn as dust of engine’s coal… December 15, 2006 Washington, D.C. Age 25 © Talya Sara Emery Sign in to see full entry.