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You cannot always fulfill all desires...

Love Across the Road In my fantasies She was always in my embrace In the middle of the road Her hips her small circle Smiling up at..

From a daughter to father

Atop a cliff of black rock, in the valley, we sit and stare though my head spins like smoke cause it is kind of a scare. As long as ..

A sestina poem, it's style caught my eye. I had to try it out.

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