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About Me  "He loved her And putting his arms around her Made her feel secure She told him so So he pulled her near And he told her the same with his tongue Quavering playful melodies in her mouth Like songbirds in summertime And it happened That their souls grew arms together And cradled eachother With every sigh, every fingertip Every orphaned thought That was left to lie in their hearts." ● G. B.  |
