Eighty percent luckA Poem by Sarah McKeever HittMore than words less than truth eighty percent luck my romance with you.
Head against hand steep hill beneath my feet left of alright our saga unfolds
Breath touches neck not enough to notice eyes cast down too ashamed to stop
Never say never and never again hang on until day break a new love begins. © 2011 Sarah McKeever Hitt |
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Added on March 24, 2011 Last Updated on March 24, 2011 Author
Sarah McKeever HittChicago, ILAboutTake me, I am the drug; take me, I am hallucinogenic. -Salvadore Dali Pleasure cannot be shared; like Pain, it can only be experienced or inflicted, and when we give pleasure to our Lo.. more..Writing |
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