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In the depths of my closet
Lay the roses of our months,
Shriveled and dried;
Scents still lingering.
Gingerly I pull them out,
Spreading ..
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just a little something. i thought id mess with font and stuff.
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Weeks have passed since I've felt your smooth face against my fingers,or felt your sweet lips against mine. It's more than just a want, it's a need t..
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A simple movement sends a tidal wave of emotions.
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There's always that someone whose voice is everything you breathe in.
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Silky ribbons
Meet my face
Oh so gentle,
Kissing me,
Enveloping me,
Altering me,
Nurturing my worries
Dancing in spirals,
Callused hands g..
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Cigarette smoke is a pet peeve. It's also a killer. A huge annoyance. I wish my writings about people dying of lung cancer makes a difference to so..
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Golden green eyes
Illuminate the horizon,
Warming me inside out.
Rays of embrace
Sift through the sand,
Tickling my bare skin.
Melodic laugh..
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Return to me
Every breath
You have taken
Never endlessly
On those precious,
Loving days,
Dancing carelessly,
Sweetly in your arms.
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