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They say thee ocean is blue .. but I say its green..Emereld forests,Of a forgotten home.She calls to you from across the sea,You travel the great divi..
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Summer sun can’t compare.To the blinding light inside.He is the fire that warms me,The reality that wakes me.His lyrical voice sustains me.His e..
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Despondent soul awaken.Frigid form ignite.Father time shadows behind mending,Our broken limbs, stitching the torn tender heart.Broken heart heal in th..
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The concept of being with you,
Consumes me.
To feel your warmth, bodies tangled.
You’re hot lips, burning mine.
Miles and hours away,
Ye..
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