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A Poem by Trée
 Lustful thoughts. 
Dance with me as light dances with shadow, as the whispering sand prances on the edge of dune, as the sparkle in your eye rivals the desert night. Brace the wood for the starving hoards of my loins, the engine of my need, the sweat of lust and brow, salt of labor worn as leather on chattel, as iron on the indentured leg.
Overheard on Bravo, author unknown
© 2009 Trée
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Added on March 7, 2009
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TréeFranklin, TN
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When I was in college I was told I should not consider a career in writing. For the next 20 years I wrote nothing. About three years ago, I discovered blogging and fractals. I started posting fractals.. [more]
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