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Life with youtime blossomsso soon goneWe collect thepetalsin our basketshare the colorcomes off on ourfingers,our faces wherewe've kissed;little smooc..
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What's all our runningaround for?survival mechanism?As children, fleet of feet,as adults we shift tothe mind, run from who we areChildren know no diff..
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we talkI stop and listen,your words have yourmeaning behind them,important as youyou don't use many,1/10th I do, I sometimesthink, but that 1/10th can..
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rich uptake ofyour presence and thecorners of my mouthyou welcome me,arms add a physical touch,speeding my heart,then settling calm in your holdyour s..
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me to youus to childhoodboundless creative playimaginableand stilling of thought asour bodies form aroundeach other and in - they know heartedly what ..
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I'm in here, thispackage, wrappingis torn, someone'sbeen peekingThey know I ambrightly-colored,the wrapping neveractually fit, I wasdisguising myselfB..
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I am a spectacleMy light shinescareless, I reach alleyes and in wanderingdesire tread boldlyforth to the unknownAnd in just carelessa manner I am gree..
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This time, thesecolors, the sun,warming thought,stimulating our waymeant to beAs an animal I lovethis warmth, her legover mine speaks tothat animal, a..
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(This is from my tampaobserver.com site, thought I'd share with you all - Shaun)She presses up next to me, nearly touching, her body turned as if abou..
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ice cream activates their
body parade, not-so-little
movements that shout
when their mouths
are full
- shoes are for stomping,
after all
pay no..
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