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Even when we live with one another every day, we can forget to share the passion buried deep inside.
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Newly widowed, Samantha relives a passionate memory of her husband...
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un-rhymed sonnet speaking of the need for passion
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When we begin to wonder who we are and what we're doing here...
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...when you forget to reach for the moon, nothing seems possible...
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How did I get to another birthday without seeing time fly by me?
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The One They Watch
I am no longer the one they gaze at,
walking into walls for a glimpse of hip
and tight tee. My curves are rounder, fuller
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Stepping into the Bath
When stormy brews in the blue of his eyes
I hear thunder roll through my body and know
rain and lightning approach to ba..
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Hidden in Your Cave
You are cloaked in brooding quiet, alone
with pain over-shadowing every move.
Flipping between channels, your smile breaks fr..
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Severe Weather Alert
Electricity fills the air, unites
opposite sides of the room. Expanding,
it wraps around everyone, circles us
and pulls tig..
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