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What is it? In this scrawling text of virtual ink on pixeled pages. That brings to mind a voice, from a face- your face that I still have yet to see. ..
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Just a girl, lost somewherein the rain, with a wolf and an umbrellawatched by an owlwandering through hills with beautiful golden lightover bridges bu..
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Those old roads we walked
So many times
We wore our footprints in the dirt
Where we always found stars
Where we always found song
Where we al..
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Did you feel it, could you
When you lost me
And my foggy trail at last
Slipped from your weathered hands
Did you feel it?
Was it an ache, a sha..
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That ring-that ring, in the sunlight. A sleepy gaze brushing across his hand,remembering where it had been, what it had done. And then a blindingly cl..
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The last second chance to pick back up the pieces the minute after you see all the little broken shards. That song, that turns sound into feel and a t..
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I feel, that I've missed too muchto come back,come down,from the clouds of watchingand wondering,back to what was once my solid ground.Too much has gr..
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You lie like candytasting oh so sweetMy heart beat quickenswith such a sugar rushDon't hold back now,my sweet tooth achesWishes to throbvictim to your..
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A wind of freedom, just barely a breathis captured within the daughter's lungsbeing saved for a better causeanother lifeThe daughter's eyes are caught..
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Heart beats quickened, warm went warmer, cold turned searing as a first kiss turned devilishly unnerving. In the joining of two well muscled thighs, a..
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