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These days are weak,
the nights are long.
I fear to speak,
for I might be wrong.
I am left alone,
with no where to go.
I hate this h..
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Colors swirl, shimmer and wave,
Pictures forming, filling the darkness of your minds cave.
Visions appear with great imagination,
A dream in ..
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Colors form, dazed but clear, a brush of skin felt so near.
wanting, needing, hesitating, sensations build, anticipating.
burning thoughts of fasci..
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She moves, like a flower dancing in the wind, her dress flowing around her with ease.
Her skin flashes bare and pale a sinful tease. Her eyes glea..
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I am the whispering rain,I am the eyes that see your pain.This light that burns so bright,Dies in your mind of ever lasting night.Forever love seems t..
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