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The week has past
Quick like weeks before
I keep dreaming and writing
searching and sighing
Still nothing to show
Only scribbles on pages
Li..
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One of those times that come when youve held it all in for too long...
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Oh the infatuation!
The soft skin
On his collarbones
On his forearms
The backs of his ankles
Just wanting to touch
With my fingertips
Trailing
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I think this is pretty self explanitory. I wrote this about my gramma who has cancer.
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