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Summer Marie, the woman of all men's dreams. 32DD, 26, 34. Curves in all the right places with skin of the purest silk, except around her dainty wrist..
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Here we sit,
The air brushes our
skin,
Hoping to hold on to
warmth as it grows cold and grey,
Our breathing grows
quicker as we grow n..
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See that man?
The lines in his face,
like that of old parchment,
See who he is?
His eyes becoming more
distant and deceiving,
The cu..
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In my darkness there is only one light,
Your dashing smile shines through the fallen
tears,
And our passion ignites the darkest night.
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The room was barely lit by sunlight, only the glaring florescent white lights burned their eyes. She couldn't help but notice the pale blue tents set..
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Eyes of the vast sea,That is what he has.All the distance, all the wonder.What lies within the depths,Depths that posses no end;If I were to dive deep..
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I dedicate this poem to my grandpa who passed away a few years ago. RIP grandpa
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It's funnyhow I think of you,
Alwayswishing,
Always hoping.
I wished you cared about me,
I hoped you oftenthought of me.
It's funny how you e..
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