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A poem in honour of my beautiful little girl.
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His love does translate the language of my heart...Cradling my soul like erotic satin sheets,His seduction of touch creates a work of art...Emotion sh..
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My moment of appreciation as I experience Green-Wood Cemetery in Brooklyn, New York. A historical landmark that has inspired me through the tradition ..
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Grant yourself a single moment to not bemoan...Dismiss their whines of the crowded rush encircled,Put aside the false meaning as it is now sadly ..
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Blending into the crowd, most cannot see...The power behind your eyes, the strength of your soul,Allow me to look through, catch the lust filling me....
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Standing before you, mystery remains the tale of your story.Dedication and wisdom, affirmed through poised glory.Perception of respective souls, whisp..
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What is held in just one year? Seconds, hours, weeks, days?...Opportune change so blissful, yet filled with challenge,To know not what lies ahead, bec..
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They say the first five years of our lives create who we will become throughout our journey in this world. Our Qualities will be known, our morals and..
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