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A deep gazeinto desire clouded eyes,A shy smileand a bite of the lip;the mouth runs dry.Leaning forward,nose to nose--anticipation too much to bear.....
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the past twists inside my headswirling thoughts I dare not sharenot with anyonenot with you...razors scraped across my tender heartthe deep dark secre..
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a little girl grown upno longer ashamedof the mistakes she’s madeready to let go, ready to release,the pastno hanging on, resentments washed awa..
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Like a vessel on the high seas he swims in her laughter.Its effervescence embraces,becoming almost tangible.Like an ice cube in a coffee cuphe melts, ..
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The times, they change;Tides ebb and flow.The moon awakens,and cold winds blow.The air is chilled; The summer gone.People change,and so move on.Fears ..
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