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Cold Sweat 
Once had this dream where I was kneeling 
at my lover's feet, 
licking his Rockports, 
holding onto his pant leg for dear life, 
begging him not to leave, 
pleading with him to stay with me forever. 
And just as I was about to head him off 
at the door, armed with butcher knife, 
explaining to him that I won't be ignored, 
I awoke in a cold sweat to the faint smell of a rabbit boiling.