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Lopsided at best.This teeter tot tangowith hearts at odds.Who is the more?Who is the less?The players change,the field the same.Flip flopping of roles..
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The Consummation hasarrived.Below her waistBetwixt her thighs.The twisting of sheetsand clenching of fists.Backs arching upwardas lips meet to kiss.Pa..
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Will you be my "Now",but never my "Forever"?Not to insult or devalueas that is not the intent.Forever never comes,lasts too longs,or ends up as my pas..
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Could it be,She truly sees me?In, Through, Without.And if so, where is my doubt?My rules and laws,so rigid.In, Through, Without.Impose by me.Obeyed by..
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All the empty pageslonging for wordsfrom the heart and soul.Wet inkdropping on the lines ofthe pages.Creating: Color Meaning Shape Form.
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Her vines of love grewalmost undetectablegentlywrapping between my toes.Climbing around my anklesupward toward my heart.Her vines of love were but a f..
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Bubbling under the surface.Crying from the inside out.The pressure mounts and rises.Sadness and longing,For that which is unknown.Unnamed, unfamiliar,..
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Standing on solidfrozen ground.Feet planted firm and steady.That shift...Can you feel it?Warning, tremorstiny at first.Rattle from the inside out.Can ..
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