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A fading picture of me,
painted in cigarette smoke-
grey and transparent,
dissolving into whispers
will show-
I long to dance,
like the flic..
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I am the fog, ever lifting.
I am the tide, ever shifting.
I am the sands, ever sifting.
I am the moon, ever drifting.
I am the sun, always seein..
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I don't know what I was thinking but this is what came out!
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Loeva: Man, that was some really great sex! I am by no means a small girl-but he was tossing me around like I weighed 90 pounds!
[the three begin to ..
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I don't normally write erotica-but I was inspired!
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I never rhyme and so I am sorry if I give you a headache, but I'm in the mood! Also I need a title for this one-suggestions are welcome!
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Why do I hate him so?
I hate the way he smiles.
Ihate the way he stared into my eyes.
Ihate the wayhe wiped my tears away.
Ihate the wayI used tof..
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I know half of my references will baffle you but this is me. Understanding is not needed.
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50 word wonder...It's windy and I have already lost my left side mirror.
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Sitting in a cold car, a song on the radio brings back a powerful memory
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