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Footprints along the Sand's Edge One pair of prints ~ now Two,leave their shadowy Face Pockets that once held One pair of Hands Now are free to c..

Hard On Hard as Stone Hard to Be With Hard to the Touch Hard Hearted Cold as Ice Cold to my Touch Cold as Stone Cold Eyes Cold Heart He ..

His heat from his body, burns into my soul His hot hands all over me Hissweat, his sultry scent Haunts me Touch me, I whisper Feel me, I beg ..

Darkness surrounds me The cigarette smoke rises and swirls around me like a ghost A Spector is calling out to me Defining me as the burned out sh..

As the fog lifts My mind begins to clear My eyes no longer shed so many tears My skin was ruddy, and smooth as silk now Aches and pains, out of ..

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