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As children raised in lush jungles,
we climbed the trees,
scaled the cliffs,
wandered free.
The monkeys did gather upon the borders of the..
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The Holy Trinity
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A Tequilla shot,
then two, then four.
Buzzing lips,
warm to the core.
My cheeks blush
from it fermented poison,
as it rises through me,
a..
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Today my eyes watched butterflies in fluttering bliss.
Musicians mellowed my mind.
Dancers enticed my eyes with the rhthym of gypsies hearts and cau..
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One I had written a few months ago... Reopened to give inspiration in the new year.
My love to all!
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Laying in the grass,
looking up at clouds,
some puff up,
others wisp,
Only here do I feel no fear.
The closestI have ever been to perfection,
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A body of scultured muscle and mass.
Lean finger tips do tremble,
as they trace and they pass,
amongst the beauty,
of a marked man.
His f..
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This was a previous poem I wrote again, my first time on WC.
The Last Incident In The Time Line.....
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It happened more often than that but these last two are previous writes from when I first got on WC.
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I said I wouldn't marry him if things didn't improve.
He complied, things were like before.
On the wedding day,
I couldn't breathe,
my dad tried t..
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